Luyện nghe bài hát SMOKE SCREEN

It's not to be happenin' now
is she callin' about?
What you
I no idea

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

I think rich, so I gotta keep my long
dollar fits 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
that back talk, I love the way she badass
We be on the grind, speed, I need an asset
I'm in a circle full of cold
Don't gotta say much, we pull up, the dips is gon' with us
Doors up like Lamborghini
She like way she with it, she 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 tell her strap

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

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

Oh, pull up, open (Haha)
I gotta say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be catch up
(Don't compete each 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