Luyện nghe bài hát Blunt Ashes

Yo, I want the Langston Hughes and Haley
Got blazed before told stories
I'ma get blazed before I tell stories

I saw on TV today, this man his son, his son died
So he had him cremated, took his
And made it to a Diamond ring
Now he watches his son everyday
I just thought that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yeah

The makin' of a mad band, intricate stories of DeVante
Ava Gardner, the crashin' of Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick and it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Day or Jerome

But Alex was puttin' coke in his nose, ****
be a myth but I swear that the source was close, Phyllis Hyman
Killed herself, it was crazy, mommy was bad say
Donny freefall from a balcony, he swings

As the blunt ash falls the ash tray
I could see my life fly past me
Did I, did I keep it gangsta or it classy?
And will the and fame out last me?

The blunt's ash falls down in the ash
Will I see my whole life fly me?
I'm did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
Did I? Anything else you know, just ask me

Sam trusted Womack with his lady
He tossin' in the grave, like, 'This is how you me?'
A change gon' come, wish you didn't trust me so
Marvin said, 'No mountain's high enough, fly

Ruffin was punchin' Tammy Terrell, gave her concussions
While the Funk Brothers was layin' down the
Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried
Many people said that she was laughin'

As the blunt ash falls the ash tray
I could see my whole fly past me
Did I, did I keep it or keep it classy?
And the money and fame out last me?

The blunt's ash falls in the ash tray
Will I see my whole life fly me?
I'm askin' did I keep it gangsta or it classy?
Did I? Anything you wanna know, just ask me?

John F. Kennedy's, dealt with treachery
It interests me, Judy Campbell in Gucci
She's what a temptress be, the death of Ennis Cosby, what a
Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington, is sabotaging them

Watch out for the
Larry Troutman his brother Roger Troutman
Then he killed himself, that's the end of
And I wouldn't change a thing, of the greats
This is what from their pain from their hurt we gain
An unfair

As the ash falls into the ash tray
I could see my whole fly past me
Did I keep it gangsta or keep it
And the money and fame out last me?

The blunt's ash falls down in the ash
Will I see my whole fly past me?
I'm askin' did I keep it gangsta or it classy?
Anything else you know, just ask me?

Wasn't even allowed to go to the
Could'ya'believe that?, go to premier to her joint
Man, you know they were back then man
Blunt from my ash tray, nothin' gon' to live past me, yeah, yeah,