Luyện nghe bài hát SMOKE SCREEN

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

Oh, up, door open
I gotta 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, I lay up

I think rich, so I gotta keep my bucks
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 back talk, I love the way she
We be on the grind, full speed, I need an
I'm in a full of cold niggas
Don't say much, we pull up, the dips is gon' roll 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 her throat strap

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

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

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