Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Down

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

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

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

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

Fresh, lush black,
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
the sun come up or a gun come up

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

Blowin' out, out

Black on time been still layin' like I
the screen, be a eight wonder
So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little
Fit my one twenties, the avenue blue

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

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

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

out, blowin' 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 blow out, it out
For the funky of town, no doubt, word

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

When I spread my wings, I dos my
'Cause doodle big to live like a Zulu king
So I swing with my 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 into the mode of the out breeze
You know, the breeze rocks the beats wit ease

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

Blowin' out, out

You better blow that out