Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Down

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

Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I out
Pretenders out and ready to do my splendor
Move, move the smoke groover, dudes the zoo
That the mic like, wow

Walk with a cane, where the slang
Develop on crooklyn which 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 filled with sun visor, stat in the
Love, love, everyday, that's my
When I see your crew, I say that's them
So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just stop

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

Keep black and castle keep rockin'
Plus hang my niggas and hit the dope spots
Play in the corners and even boogie
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
'Cause we rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'

out, blowin' out

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

Corner flyin' it into a forty,
Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double and shit
Next, I'm hittin', so I can sooner
On the nova, so no water 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 it to a liter, whet it?s cool

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

out, blowin' out

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

We gets than 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 spread my wings, I dos my
'Cause doodle big wants to like a Zulu king
So I with my crew to where the beats be fat
Swoon units by the and they natural black

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

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

out, blowin' out

You better blow that out