Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Down

We roll down, no doubt
At the funky side of ten

Dash yeah, how clear, I broke out
Pretenders bent out and to do my splendor
Move, the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo
That the mic like, wow

Walk a cane, talk where the slang
Develop on crooklyn blocks I walk
But our is the whole universe
Kiss goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush

dime, let me try her, gold smile
Fro in the pile, beeped my sun visor
She filled with sun visor, stat in the
Love, love, everyday, my word
When I see your crew, I say that's herbs
So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just stop

Fresh, lush black,
off the block, fat
No doubt we it out
we

Keep black movement and castle keep
Plus hang with my and hit the dope spots
in the corners and maybe even boogie
Till the sun up or a gun come up

Shootin' at the breeze the local
Stylin' wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in
'Cause we rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'

out, blowin' out

Black on time been still layin' like I
Under the screen, be a wonder
So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a fist
Fit my one twenties, the avenue blue

Corner flyin' it into a forty,
Brothers lay in a bottle, fly right by double time and shit
Next, I'm hittin', so I can sooner
On the nova, so no goes south

So see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a vendor
Mecca got soul livin' so, so
Shot open on my left in time
No we pops it to a liter, whet it?s cool

In a we smoother than oils contents
Loyal to the kick drum flavor
Bounce, bounce, ease back we do it fluid
Yes, nickel fresh

out, blowin' out

We always blow out, without a doubt, without a
For the funky of town, no doubt
Yes, yes, y'all, yes, yes,
We always out, check it out
For the funky side of town, no doubt,

We gets than any eighty fiver
And the funk thicker out here in our Brooklyn
Every crews badder, we choose to fatter
'Cause I life and matter

I spread my wings, I dos my thing
'Cause doodle big wants to live like a Zulu
So I swing with my to where the beats be fat
Swoon units by the pound and natural black

a doubt, this is the place to be
I see baseball caps, beats by Warren G
I into the mode of the cool out breeze
You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit

So nigga, please, full of the dread
The sun moon sect in the made to set it
the peace signs, fat rhymes, the planet fix
Add to the mec then jet to eighty six

Blowin' out, out

You better that shit out