Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 little
Fit my one twenties, the avenue blue

Corner it into a forty, twenty
Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by 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 flesh
got soul livin' so, livin' so
Shot on my left just in time
No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it?s

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

Blowin' out, out

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

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

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

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

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

Blowin' out, out

You better blow that out