Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Down

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

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

Walk with a cane, talk where the
Develop on blocks which I walk
But our radius is the universe
Kiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu 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 crew, I say that's them herbs
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 castle keep
Plus with my niggas and hit the dope spots
Play in the and maybe even boogie
Till the sun up or a gun come up

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

Blowin' out, out

Black on time been still like 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 it into a forty, twenty
Brothers lay in a bottle, fly right 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 and we not a flesh vendor
Mecca got soul livin' so, so
Shot on my left just in time
No we finger pops it to a liter, whet it?s

In a we smoother than oils contents
Loyal to the drum like flavor
Bounce, bounce, back when we do it fluid
Yes, type fresh

out, blowin' out

We always blow out, without a doubt, a doubt
For the funky of town, no doubt
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 funk pots thicker out in our Brooklyn
crews badder, we choose to rack fatter
'Cause I stimulate life and

When I my wings, I dos my thing
'Cause big wants to live like a Zulu king
So I swing with my crew to where the be fat
Swoon units by the pound and they black

Without a doubt, 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 cool breeze rocks the wit ease

So nigga, please, full of the poetic
The sun moon sect in the house 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