Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Sum'n

[Verse 1 -
One for the money, yes sir, two for the
But I ain't steppin on the stage they
Count up all my flow
Oh man, then your man's going Zone
Wantin' to be left alone, again at home, to Soulja Slim
I spread that dough out, pin, slice it up
With my closest friends as the grimey spins, I'm riding
Trying to keep dirt off my and my name
Out'chea poppin up at the red carpet
My green Tahoe, with my Las bitch and one of your hoes
Highed up, I like what she with, that's why we hired her
We put her on the set, tattoo calligarphy the Jets
and respect, we passing you the fuck up
Ain't passing you of my bud
That's why you 'round us bruh!
Are you for?
Who brung you? You speak the code bro
Yo slick done hung you
You walking down the aisle with the same bitches we run
I'm in the bank line, empire, I build for us to eat
Inside is the room, outside is looking wild and hungry fool
the door so they don't see us light a joint or two.

Got stopped in the mall the day
I heard a call the other way
Where I just came from, nigga was saying something
about smoking something.
Got stopped in the the other day
I heard a from the other way
Where I came from, some bitches was saying something
about smoking something.
[Verse 2 - Lil
Let me gon' me one up for all my trouble
I'm chillin with this bitch who think we the perfect couple
But she trippin, I'm sippin on some bubbly no bubbles
It's me, that's who, I put this together like puzzles
I'm puzzled: is it me or is lame?
coward-hearted, yellow, lemon merengue
I'm about to my name from "Dwayne" to "Deranged"
To be a billionaire I got a shot like Ainge
My gang red, your bitch a air head
But I still break her off a fuckin chair leg
And Tunechi, ya me, you don't deserve me
Swag so so injury reserve me
I'm the God, I should be rapping in a
But me, I'll prolly ollie up the curb
Then grind down the rail only with my
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