Luyện nghe bài hát Blunt Blowin

Put my on

Uh, I live it up in these my last days
If is money, I'm an hour past paid
Ugh, gunpowder in my
Niggas faker than some flour in a bag
Yeah, I put it like my hands hurting
I'm on a natural high, but I perfect
Some of us are lovers, most of haters
But I put up a wall, and they wallpaper
So love or hate me, I stay
They say we learn from mistakes, well why they mistake me
I got weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers
All Weezy, call it bad weather
I stick to the script, I memorize the
'Cause life is a that I've seen too many times
You're on the looking in, close the blinds
And they say never say never, but your never mind
been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong,
Hello Weezy, home

and Imma
Blunt
draws showin'
I don't give a motherfuck ass nigga
With my money growing, no matter you're goin'
You don't a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga Imma

Blunt
Polo showin'
I-I don't give a lovely ass nigga
With my money blowing, don't matter I got and
You don't a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them
All my riches, my name should be Richard
Cut the out, I'm Edward with the scissors
Life is a choice, and is a decision
Times changed, but fuck it get a new watch
I still got the like a line between two dots
money's eating, the label getting fatter
And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still at 'em
I'm a bad motherfucker, 'cause the die young
selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one
Man when that crumble, everybody want a crumb
Shoot that down, hummingbird don't hum yeah
Big money, big money, deep
talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping
Bunch of bloods, you could it blood clotting
East side, My Piru Damu,

blowin'
Polo draws
I don't give a motherfuck ass nigga
With my glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
You don't a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga Imma

blowin'
Polo showin'
I-I don't give a motherfuck ass nigga
With my money blowing, no where you going
You don't need a bus pass, for me to yo ass nigga

that Ashton Kusher, I'm a limit pusher
See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a
I do it for the money, man I am a hooker
And freedom was my girl, until they fucking her
You can look into the future, its right behind your
But I don't wanna know, 'cause shit I like
Why that, why this, why you on that why
ask me why, I say Y-M
Beach bum, call me ocean slim
Drop the top, look up and make the sky
Young moola, and some Supras
Belly of the beast till it us

Blunt
strings showin'
I don't give a motherfuck ass nigga
my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
You don't need a bus pass, for me to yo ass nigga

blowin'
Polo strings
I don't give a lovely ass nigga
With my money blowing, no where you going
You don't a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

been gone too long
True or false, right or

I've been gone too long
True or false, or wrong

Said I've gone too long
True or false, right or haha

Hello Weezy, welcome (welcome home)
It's mula, baby
Young mula, baby (young baby)

I've been gone too
True or false, or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome home