Luyện nghe bài hát Blow Your Smoke

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

I'm smoke with my top back
I got my gun on me top
She started buttons I told her stop that
front I was watching where them cops at
The sun is out, my wrist out
I all my niggas locked out
So I a blunt for the good times
We was just in the like "Good Times"
Keep a bad bitch like
Me and Dev was doing henny and
Getting hustle hard they was on us
And we poor liqour for the goners
We blow smoke we blow money
no joke but it's so funny
She ate me up and "it's so yummy"
The niggas sho but the hoes love me

Spend a G's on my bitches purse
Lookin at the screen as I hit
Lightin up out of Neman's
My jewlery loud like screaming
And when the time you seen him?
past, something fast, european
Capital B on the gear
No breeze from the let the air hit ya
I'm god blessed like a scripture
Lord knows make it up there with ya
then I light one up
Stay strapped in case a nigga run up
I'm still by rap police
still search me in the club like I'm strapped with heat
Might catch me pumpin out in
I might be diggin out yo in the backseat... fucker

I just smoke trees in a safe 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 cussed out by my mom and
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, on my Wiz khalifa
Had my teachers concerned real
But to preach I was taught
Master your high and to skywalk
Life too short ain't got no
So do what you want, not what they
And in the meantime Clockin hella
While you fly real high on them jets fool
Real dreams true