Luyện nghe bài hát Blunt Blowin

Put my on

Uh, I live it up in these like my 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 down like my hands
I'm on a natural high, but I perfect
Some of us are lovers, most of y'all
But I put up a wall, and just wallpaper
So love or me, I stay hate-free
They say we from mistakes, well that's why they mistake me
I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like
All hail Weezy, it bad weather
I stick to the script, I the lines
'Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many
on the outside looking in, close the blinds
And they say never say never, but fuck never mind
I've gone too long
True or false, right or wrong,
Weezy, welcome home

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

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

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

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

blowin'
Polo draws
I-I give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my blowing, no matter where you going
You need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

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

Blunt
Polo strings
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass
With my teeth glowing, I'm on my
You don't a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

Blunt
Polo showin'
I give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money blowing, no matter you going
You need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga

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

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

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

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

I've gone too long
True or false, right or
Hello Weezy, welcome home