Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Down

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

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 whole
yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush

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

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

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

Shootin' at the breeze the emcees
Stylin' wit ease, doin' it the sun is in here
'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter playin'

out, blowin' 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, the avenue blue

Corner flyin' it a forty, twenty
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 water south

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

In a sense we than oils contents
to the kick drum like flavor
Bounce, bounce, ease back when we do it
Yes, nickel fresh

out, blowin' out

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

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

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

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

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

Blowin' out, out

You better blow that out