Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Smoke

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

1]
Young Pen
I go to, I go to bat for my
The pun was intended,
Wow, how I'm livin', nigga
Angels say watch how you spendin',
Devil say cop a new Bentley,
Might as well, quick as you get it,
Made a prediction,
Fortune teller,
Ayy, I got it, yeah, I get it,
You a contradiction, nigga
racks on a sticker
New whip and I'm in it her
Set it off, a stick up
they came and shake shit up
Shakin' that 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,
Can't keep up the pace, nigga
Keep the fuck up out the race,

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

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