Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Down

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shootin' at the breeze the emcees
wit ease, doin' it like the sun is in here
'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't

Blowin' out, out

on time been still layin' like I said
Under the screen, be a eight
So for Dania, I do it, shit, a little fist
Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue

Corner flyin' it into a forty,
Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by time and shit
Next, I'm hittin', so I can step
On the nova, so no goes south

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

In a sense we smoother than oils
Loyal to the kick like flavor
Bounce, bounce, back when 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 gets liver than any eighty
And the funk thicker out here in our Brooklyn
Every crews badder, we choose to rack
'Cause I life and matter

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

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

So nigga, please, of the dread 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

Blowin' out, out

You better that shit out