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 bent out and ready to do my
Move, move the smoke groover, from the zoo
That the mic like, wow

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

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

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

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

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

Blowin' out, out

Black on time still layin' like I said
Under the screen, be a eight
So for Dania, I do it, shit, a little fist
Fit my one twenties, greet the blue

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

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

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

Blowin' out, out

We always blow out, 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 side of town, no doubt, word

We liver than any eighty fiver
And the pots thicker out here in our Brooklyn
crews badder, we choose to rack fatter
'Cause I stimulate and matter

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

Without a doubt, is the place to be
I see caps, hear beats by Warren G
I sinks into the of the cool out breeze
You know, the cool breeze the beats wit ease

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

Blowin' out, out

You better that shit out