Luyện nghe bài hát Blunt Ashes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The blunt's ash falls down in the ash
Will I see my life fly past me?
I'm askin' did I keep it or keep it classy?
Did I? Anything else you wanna know, 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 Cosby, what a mystery
Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington, is sabotaging them

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

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

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

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