Luyện nghe bài hát Blunt Blowin

Put my on

Uh, I it up in these like my last days
If is money, I'm an hour past paid
Ugh, gunpowder in my
Niggas faker some flour in a powder bag
Yeah, I put it down like my hands
I'm on a high, but I land perfect
Some of us are lovers, most of y'all
But I put up a wall, and they wallpaper
So love or me, I stay hate-free
say we learn from mistakes, well that's why they mistake me
I got weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers
All hail Weezy, it bad weather
I stick to the script, I memorize the
'Cause life is a movie that I've too many times
You're on the outside looking in, the blinds
And they say never say never, but fuck never mind
I've been gone too
True or false, right or wrong,
Hello Weezy, welcome

Yeah and
blowin'
Polo showin'
I don't give a motherfuck ass nigga
With my growing, no matter where you're goin'
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass Imma

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blunt
strings showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass
With my blowing, no matter where you going
You don't a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

I've been gone too
or false, right or wrong

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

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

Hello Weezy, welcome (welcome home)
young mula, baby
Young mula, baby (young baby)

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