Luyện nghe bài hát Blowin' Trees

Yes sir
Nappy
I gotta go
Aww

I find myself up in the sky again,
So sincere, my dear, when I I cry within
It's lonesome here, painted oh so clear
the slums, nappy through most of the year
(Nappy roots!)
Shouts out to aliyah, live the life and career
On my I gotcha picture, God pray witcha
It's all on us, boys in God we trust
Regardless what, this ya boy R. prophit

head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we trees
is the life God chose for me, chose for me
Nappy head and all, is the for me
Grab my yea and we trees
This is the life God for me, chose for me, chose for me

I love my apple corn home, gave my brush away
Went from headed to all-dreaded, to just enough to braid
It be my lucky day, nappy shirted up the shades
Think I'm frontin', I'm cuttin' with my trucks and blades

Let that man speak, step up grab all my
Greet you with my balls and my word in handshake
You damn straight, you worthless queer, price this
Awake, to a plate of a homemade
to picture myself at the NFL draft
I just remove the lens cap
But I still kept my and my chinstrap
I dread it all for a hat
Big body hog, new rag-top, black

Being average is okay, different is alright
Long as you stay in your
Then you know you keepin' it real with
And nappy right there

head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we trees
This is the life God chose for me, for me
Nappy and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we trees
This is the God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me

I'm in the '81 'lac Seville, but got
Limo tint, but see we ridin' it like it's a
Clamp somethin' a pimp
(Puff like a pimp)
I'm cuttin' corners most players won't
Skinny slum type, bottom dollar that's fa sure
Nappy gonna be alright, through ups and downs and and fer'
What the hell ya talkin' 'bout? How much it cost to and ball
We did it on a budget, rep the country till we

we in enter this biz
(Nappy!)
My love is in the slums and the people near
They love me dang, do for me dang
a livin' outta whattchu call ugly dang
With left to lose, we get it in
But nappy roots paid the dues
Hustlin', backwards-ass nigga one here's for you
You in the way, get out the
We comin' through, with to prove
nan thing you can tell me 'fore observin' what we 'bout to do

Nappy head and all, is the for me
Grab my yea and we blowin'
This is the life God for me, chose for me
Nappy and all, is the life for me
my yea and we blowin' trees
This is the life God for me, chose for me, chose for me