Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin And Dreamin

I worked for everything so why not salute
say a grime pays baby 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 well but she me sweet brain
Make a rapper turn singer like
Got her up late, wakin up baked
And to think this the life that I
Argue attendants that shorted my flight clothes
And er'y girl I feel 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 whats in the 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 this dreamin im supposed to, the like, the weekend
Know where im goin, though, want to see me suceedin
Ive been livin, smokin, smoking, dreamin, livin

I go to with a picture of a porche on my wall
im tryin to come up on yall
Pop the trunk in front of my car in of your broad,
she reconsider in her decision to with yall
I think its of the possibility of kickin it courtside, ringside, front row of anything
Living my life simultaneously in a dream, going so good I swear
There are Planes stack change with gang tail up
Wings spread over cities leave shadows
I care about industry mingling
Niggas is wwf wrestlers, jesters and crossdressers
I got crosstrainers, nike 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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