Luyện nghe bài hát SMOKE SCREEN

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

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

I think rich, so I gotta keep my bucks
Thousand dollar fits but still got some blue on
You gon' jog or you stampede?
We in the diamond lane, breaded, all my niggas smell like leaves
Bitch back talk, I love the way she badass
We be on the grind, full speed, I need an
I'm in a circle of cold niggas
Don't gotta say much, we pull up, the dips is gon' with us
Doors up like 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 her throat strap

Oh, up, door open
I gotta say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be catch up
New whip, us
Bad bitch, she up
No time for the players,
On my grind (Okay), I lay up

If they only knew, what thing do
See a million everytime I think of you
my business to the top, dream come true
Want me to drop the top, no clouds, sky
Red sixty-one or sixty-nine,
Pull up on Snoop, watch a movie we drive through
Get you some ice, pull it out, you surprise
A winner, I can see it in your eyes
Don't make our moves too 'cause we strategize
Grade 8, G-shit, when they
Spend that money your picture off in private
Put diamonds on my wrist, that's perfect timin'

Oh, up, door open (Haha)
I ain't gotta say (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be tryna up
(Don't with each other, man
Y'all do the same 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