Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Down

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

yeah, crystals 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
Develop on crooklyn blocks which I
But our is the whole universe
Kiss goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush

Cheese dime, let me try her, gold
Fro in the pile, beeped my sun visor
She with sun visor, stat in the third
Love, love, everyday, my word
When I see your crew, I say that's them
So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just stop

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

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

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

out, blowin' out

Black on time been still layin' like I
Under the screen, be a eight
So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a fist
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 sooner
On the nova, so no goes south

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

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

Blowin' out, out

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

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

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

a doubt, this is the place to be
I see caps, hear beats by Warren G
I into the mode of the cool out breeze
You know, the breeze rocks the beats wit ease

So nigga, please, full of the dread
The sun moon sect in the 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 blow that shit out