Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Down

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

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

Walk with a cane, talk the slang
on crooklyn blocks which I walk
But our radius is the whole
Kiss yourself goodbye 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, 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, black, slick
off the block, fat
No we turns it out
we

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

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

out, blowin' out

Black on 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, the avenue blue

flyin' it into a forty, twenty
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 water south

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

In a sense we smoother than oils
Loyal to the kick drum flavor
Bounce, bounce, ease when we do it fluid
Yes, type fresh

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 blow out, check it out
For the funky of town, no doubt, word

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

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

a doubt, this 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, of the dread poetic
The sun moon in the house made 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 blow shit out