Luyện nghe bài hát SMOKE SCREEN

It's not supposed to be now
What is she about?
What you
I have no

Oh, pull up, door
I gotta say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be catch up
New whip, us
Bad bitch, she up
No time for the players,
On my grind, I lay up

I think rich, so I gotta my bucks long
Thousand dollar but still got some blue checks on
You jog or you gon' stampede?
We in the lane, breaded, all my niggas smell like good leaves
Bitch that talk, I love the way she badass
We be on the grind, full speed, I an asset
I'm in a full of cold niggas
Don't gotta say much, we up, the dips is gon' roll with us
Doors open up like
She way she with it, she gon' go up off a Martini
I it all, don't want the half, I don't slow step
We be in the foreign, she gon' bob and her throat strap

Oh, pull up, door
I ain't say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
be tryna catch up
New whip, us
Bad bitch, she up
No time for the players,
On my grind (Okay), I lay up

If they only knew, that thing do
See a million everytime I think of you
Take my business to the top, come true
me to drop the top, no clouds, sky blue
Red sixty-one or sixty-nine,
Pull up on Snoop, watch a movie we drive through
Get you ice, pull it out, you look surprise
A real winner, I can see it in your
Don't make our moves too fast we strategize
8, G-shit, when they categorize
Spend money then your picture off in private
Put some on my wrist, that's perfect timin'

Oh, up, door open (Haha)
I gotta say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be tryna up
(Don't compete with other, man
Y'all do the same thing, y'all get the same shit, haha)
New whip, us
Bad bitch, she up
No for the players, haters
On my grind, I lay up