Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Your Smoke

This one is dedicated Harlem to all ya'll
This goes out from the streets of Harlem to
ya smoke
And if you ride high, puts your up in the air
ya smoke

I'm smoke with my top back
I got my gun on me top
She started pressin buttons I told her that
Can't front I was where them cops at
The sun is out, my rocked out
I miss all my locked out
So I roll a blunt for the good
We was just in the slums "Good Times"
Keep a bad like Malona
Me and Dev was doing henny and
Getting money hustle hard was on us
And we still poor for the goners
We blow smoke like we blow
It's no joke but so funny
She ate me up and "it's so yummy"
The niggas sho hate but the love me

a couple G's on my bitches purse
Lookin at the as I hit reverse
Lightin up out of Neman's
My jewlery like it's screaming
And when the last time you seen
Shootin past, something fast,
Capital B on the gear
No breeze the ceilin let the air hit ya
I'm god blessed like a Prayor
Lord tryna make it up there with ya
Until then I one up
Stay strapped in case a nigga run up
I'm watched by rap police
They still search me in the club like I'm strapped with
Might me pumpin out in backstreets
I be diggin out yo broad in the backseat... fucker

I just wanna smoke trees in a place
But when I do that I get a court
I get a P.O. an asshole
I get bum smokers, low on doe
I get out by my mom and them
Changin all the locks, let me in
I get mouth, I get a bad rep,
I get a book tellin me to twelve steps
Smokin on some refa, gettin on my Wiz
Had my teachers concerned talk
But to preach I was taught
Master your and learn to skywalk
too short ain't got no reset
So do what you want, not what they
And in the meantime Clockin hella
While you fly real high on them paper jets
dreams come true