Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Smoke

Ayy
It's 7AM in the morning, I up since 3
Fuck it, I'ma going

1]
Young Pen
I go to, I go to bat for my
The pun was intended,
Wow, look how I'm livin',
Angels say watch how you spendin',
say cop a new Bentley, nigga
Might as well, quick as you get it,
a prediction, nigga
Fortune teller,
Ayy, I got it, yeah, I get it,
You a rappin' contradiction,
Hunnid racks on a
New and I'm in it with her
Set it off, a stick up
they came and shake shit up
Shakin' shit up
Then I go put a check in the bank,
Got a lot up on my plate,
Grandma a new estate, nigga
You a fraud, you a fake,
keep up with the pace, nigga
Keep the up out the race, nigga

Yeah, your brakes, go slow
your brakes, go slow
Just my shawty, she like it slow
Yeah, and like her, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em fool you, they smoke
Yeah, they smoke, yeah
Yeah, I it all before
let 'em lie to you anymore
Hey, don't let 'em lie to you

2]
Ayy, don't let 'em you, baby
Gene Snyder, get shifty,
Need a lighter for the spliff,
I up in a street fighter chain, hit a nigga
Now that I got your attention,
my name off your lips, nigga
Hey, just like her, I don't take you serious,
No you be serious, nigga
You can't be serious,
I can't even it, nigga
be up on my tier, nigga
You ain't nowhere near,
Young Tiller don't fear a
Ayy, this no joke, no smoke, no mirrors,
you seen me last year, nigga
All at Cleveland Cavaliers,
Thoroughbred, I'm a
in my cup, I feel like Jigga
Wins got me liquor (faded)
And I got you niggas bitter (you mad)
Bitch, I a heavy hitter
But you makin' plays, nigga
Fuck it, let me demonstrate,
runnin', not safe, nigga
Guess I got what it takes,
Can't keep up with the pace,
Get the up out the race, nigga