Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin And Dreamin

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

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

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

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