Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Down

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

Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I out
Pretenders bent out and ready to do my
Move, the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo
play the mic like, wow

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

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

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

Keep black movement and castle keep
Plus hang with my niggas and hit the spots
Play in the and maybe even boogie
the sun come up or a gun come 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 been still layin' like I said
the screen, be a eight wonder
So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a fist
Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue

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

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

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

Blowin' out, out

We blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt
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 liver any eighty fiver
And the funk pots thicker out here in our
Every crews badder, we choose to fatter
I stimulate life and matter

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

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

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

Blowin' out, out

You better blow shit out