Luyện nghe bài hát SMOKE SCREEN

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

Oh, pull up, 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, 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
that back talk, I love the way she badass
We be on the grind, speed, I need an asset
I'm in a full of cold niggas
Don't gotta say much, we pull up, the is gon' roll with us
Doors open up Lamborghini
She way she with it, she gon' go up off a Martini
I need it all, don't want the half, I don't step
We be in the foreign, she gon' bob and tell her throat

Oh, up, door open
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 (Okay), I can't lay up

If they only knew, that thing do
See a million dollars everytime I of you
Take my to the top, dream 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 your
Don't make our moves too fast we strategize
Grade 8, G-shit, they categorize
Spend that then your picture off in private
Put some diamonds on my wrist, that's perfect

Oh, pull up, open (Haha)
I ain't say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
be tryna catch up
(Don't with each other, man
Y'all just do the same thing, y'all get the shit, haha)
New whip, us
Bad bitch, she up
No time for the players,
On my grind, I lay up