Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Down

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

Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I out
Pretenders out and ready to do my splendor
Move, move the groover, dudes from the zoo
That the mic like, wow

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

Cheese dime, let me try her, gold
Fro in the pile, beep beeped my sun
She filled sun visor, stat in the third
Love, love, everyday, my word
When I see crew, I say that's them herbs
So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just don't

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

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

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

Blowin' out, out

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

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

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

In a sense we smoother than contents
Loyal to the kick drum like
Bounce, bounce, ease back we do it fluid
Yes, type fresh

out, blowin' out

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

We gets liver any eighty fiver
And the pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn
Every crews badder, we to rack fatter
I stimulate life and matter

When I my wings, I dos my thing
'Cause doodle big wants to like a Zulu king
So I swing my crew to where the beats be fat
units by the pound and they natural black

Without a doubt, this is the to be
I see baseball caps, hear by Warren G
I sinks the mode of the cool out breeze
You know, the cool breeze rocks the wit ease

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

out, blowin' out

You blow that shit out