Luyện nghe bài hát SMOKE SCREEN

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

Oh, up, door open
I ain't gotta say (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 keep my bucks long
Thousand dollar fits but still got some blue on
You gon' jog or you gon'
We in the diamond lane, breaded, all my niggas smell 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 of cold niggas
Don't gotta say much, we pull up, the dips is gon' with us
Doors open up like
She like way she with it, she go up off a Martini
I need it all, don't want the half, I slow step
We be in the foreign, she gon' bob and tell her throat

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

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

Oh, pull up, door (Haha)
I ain't say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be 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 for the players, haters
On my grind, I lay up