Luyện nghe bài hát SMOKE SCREEN

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

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 for the players, haters
On my grind, I lay up

I think rich, so I gotta my bucks long
dollar fits but still got some blue checks on
You jog or you gon' stampede?
We in the diamond lane, breaded, all my niggas smell good leaves
Bitch that back talk, I love the way she
We be on the grind, full speed, I an asset
I'm in a circle of cold niggas
Don't gotta say much, we up, the dips is gon' roll with us
Doors open up Lamborghini
She like way she with it, she go up off a Martini
I need it all, want the half, I don't slow step
We be in the foreign, she gon' bob and tell her strap

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 time for the players,
On my grind (Okay), I lay up

If only knew, what that thing do
See a million dollars everytime I of you
Take my business to the top, come true
Want me to the top, no clouds, sky blue
Red sixty-one or sixty-nine,
up on Snoop, watch a movie when 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, when they
Spend that money then picture off in private
Put some diamonds on my wrist, perfect timin'

Oh, pull up, open (Haha)
I ain't gotta say (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be catch up
(Don't compete each 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