Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin And Dreamin

I hard for everything so why not salute
say a grime pays baby all I got is proof
And the Swedish better than my main bitch
Cigarillo roll you smell it it aint lit
She don't well but she give me sweet brain
Make a rapper turn like t-pain
Got her stayin up late, wakin up
And to think this the life that I
Argue with attendants that shorted my clothes
And er'y girl I fuck like their boyfriend might know
Smoking on the it smells my weed come in barrels
Fuck with who fiend for Gucci and need her chanel
Nigga im high of your so my eyes low
Cant wait to see in the future but I drive slow
And wait for the picture, hate it now they say and I can like mister

All of the all you got me thinkin
And all of dreamin im supposed to, the life like, the weekend
Know im goin, sound though, want to see me suceedin
That Ive livin, smokin, smoking, dreamin, livin

I go to sleep a picture of a porche on my wall
Nigga im tryin to up on yall
Pop the trunk in front of my car in front of broad,
she reconsider in her decision to fuck with
I think its because of the possibility of kickin it courtside, ringside, row of anything
Living my life simultaneously in a dream, going so good I swear
There are Planes stack change with gang tail up
spread over cities leave shadows everywhere
I care less about mingling
is wwf wrestlers, court jesters and crossdressers
I got them crosstrainers, nike ass
cant feel my shoes, im a nice mc
I had a dream that I caked up, trying to roll a joint, will count a million when I up

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