Luyện nghe bài hát SMOKE SCREEN

It's not supposed to be 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)
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 got some blue checks on
You jog or you gon' stampede?
We in the diamond lane, breaded, all my niggas smell like leaves
Bitch that talk, I love the way she badass
We be on the grind, full speed, I an asset
I'm in a circle full of niggas
Don't say much, we pull up, the dips is gon' roll 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 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 knew, what that thing do
See a million dollars I think of you
Take my to the top, dream come true
Want me to the top, no clouds, sky blue
Red or sixty-nine, Skyblue
Pull up on Snoop, watch a movie we drive through
Get you some ice, it out, you look surprise
A real winner, I can see it in your
Don't our moves too fast 'cause 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, door (Haha)
I ain't gotta say (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be tryna up
(Don't compete with other, man
Y'all just do the 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