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 smoke groover, dudes the zoo
That the mic like, wow

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

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

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

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

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

Blowin' out, out

Black on time been 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 flyin' it a forty, twenty
Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly by double time and shit
Next, I'm hittin', so I can step
On the nova, so no water south

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

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

Blowin' out, out

We blow out, without 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 of town, no doubt, word

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

I spread my wings, I dos my thing
'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 caps, hear beats by Warren G
I sinks into the mode of the out breeze
You know, the breeze rocks the beats wit ease

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

out, blowin' out

You better blow shit out