Luyện nghe bài hát SMOKE SCREEN

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

Oh, up, door open
I ain't gotta say (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 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 like leaves
Bitch that back talk, I 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 dips is gon' with us
open up like Lamborghini
She like way she with it, she gon' go up off a
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, pull up, door
I ain't 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 (Okay), I can't lay up

If only knew, what that thing do
See a dollars everytime I think of you
Take my business to the top, dream true
me to drop 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, pull it out, you look
A real winner, I can see it in your
Don't make our moves too fast 'cause we
Grade 8, G-shit, they categorize
Spend that money your picture off in private
Put some diamonds on my wrist, that's perfect

Oh, up, door 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 same thing, get the same shit, haha)
New whip, us
Bad bitch, she up
No for the players, haters
On my grind, I lay up