Luyện nghe bài hát Blowin' Trees

Yes sir
Nappy
Well I go
Aww

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

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

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

Let that man speak, step up all my meat
Greet you with my balls and my in every handshake
You damn straight, you queer, price this landscape
Awake, to a plate of a pancake
Used to picture at the NFL draft
I couldn't remove the lens cap
But I kept my mouthpiece and my chinstrap
I dread it all for a hat
Big body hog, new rag-top, black

Being is okay, being different is alright
as you stay in your means
Then you you keepin' it real with yo'self
And that's 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
head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we trees
This is the life God for me, chose for me, chose for me

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

we in enter this biz
(Nappy!)
My is in the slums and the people that's near
love me dang, do anything for me dang
Make a livin' outta whattchu call dang
With left to lose, we get it in
But nappy roots paid the dues
Hustlin', nigga this one here's for you
You in the way, get out the
We comin' through, with shit to
Ain't nan thing you can me 'fore observin' what we 'bout to do

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