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)
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
Thousand dollar fits but still got some blue on
You jog or you gon' stampede?
We in the lane, breaded, all my niggas smell like good leaves
Bitch back talk, I love the way she badass
We be on the grind, full speed, I need an
I'm in a circle of cold niggas
Don't say much, we pull 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 tell her throat

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 for the players, haters
On my (Okay), I can't lay up

If only knew, what that thing do
See a million everytime I think of you
Take my business to the top, come true
Want me to drop the top, no clouds, sky
Red or sixty-nine, Skyblue
Pull up on Snoop, a movie when we drive through
Get you some ice, pull it out, you surprise
A real winner, I can see it in eyes
make our moves too fast 'cause we strategize
Grade 8, G-shit, when categorize
Spend that money your picture off in private
Put some diamonds on my wrist, that's perfect

Oh, pull up, door (Haha)
I ain't gotta say (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
be tryna 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 time for the players,
On my grind, I lay up