Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin And Dreamin

I hard for everything so why not salute
They say a grime pays all I got is proof
And the Swedish better than my main bitch
roll you smell it when it aint lit
She don't cook but she give me sweet brain
Make a rapper singer like t-pain
Got her stayin up late, wakin up
And to think this the life I chose
Argue with attendants that my flight clothes
And girl I fuck feel like their boyfriend might know
Smoking on the Swedish it smells my come in barrels
Fuck with bitches who fiend for and need her chanel
im high of your life 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 miss mister

All of the all you got me thinkin
And all of this im supposed 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 with a picture of a porche on my wall
Nigga im to come up on yall
Pop the trunk in front of my car in of your broad,
she reconsider in her decision to fuck yall
I its because of the possibility of kickin it courtside, ringside, front row of anything
Living my life simultaneously in a dream, shit going so I swear
are Planes stack change with their gang tail up
Wings spread over cities shadows everywhere
I care less industry mingling
is wwf wrestlers, court jesters and crossdressers
I got them crosstrainers, ass beat
Niggas cant feel my shoes, im a mc
I had a dream that I caked up, trying to roll a joint, will a million when I wake up

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