Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Down

We roll down, no doubt
At the funky of ten spots

Dash yeah, how clear, I broke out
Pretenders bent out and ready to do my
Move, the smoke groover, dudes from the zoo
play the mic like, wow

Walk with a cane, where the slang
Develop on crooklyn which I walk
But our is the whole universe
yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no plush

Cheese dime, let me try her, gold
Fro in the pile, beeped my sun visor
She filled with sun visor, stat in the
Love, love, everyday, my word
When I see your crew, I say that's herbs
So blau, blaum, blaw black and it just stop

Fresh, lush black,
off the block, fat
No we turns it out
we

Keep black movement and castle keep
Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope
Play in the corners and maybe even
the sun come up or a gun come up

Shootin' at the breeze the emcees
Stylin' wit ease, doin' it the sun is in here
'Cause we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't

out, blowin' out

Black on been still layin' like I said
Under the screen, be a eight
So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little
Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue

Corner flyin' it into a forty,
Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double and shit
Next, I'm hittin', so I can sooner
On the nova, so no water south

So see my G, yeah, she comin' and we not a vendor
Mecca got soul so, livin' so
Shot open on my left in time
No we pops it to a liter, whet it?s cool

In a sense we smoother oils contents
Loyal to the kick drum flavor
Bounce, bounce, ease when we do it fluid
Yes, type fresh

out, blowin' out

We blow out, without a doubt, without a doubt
For the funky side of town, no
Yes, yes, y'all, yes, yes,
We always blow out, it out
For the funky side of town, no doubt,

We gets liver than any eighty
And the funk thicker out here in our Brooklyn
crews badder, we choose to rack fatter
'Cause I stimulate life and

When I my wings, I dos my thing
doodle big wants to live like a Zulu king
So I swing my crew to where the beats be fat
Swoon units by the pound and they natural

a doubt, this is the place to be
I see baseball caps, hear by Warren G
I sinks into the mode of the cool out
You know, the cool breeze rocks the wit ease

So nigga, please, of the dread poetic
The sun moon in the house made to set it
With the peace signs, fat rhymes, the fix
Add butter to the mec jet to eighty six

out, blowin' out

You better that shit out