Luyện nghe bài hát Blowing Down

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

yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out
Pretenders out and ready to do my splendor
Move, move the groover, dudes from the zoo
That the mic like, wow

Walk with a cane, talk the slang
Develop on crooklyn blocks which I
But our radius is the whole
Kiss yourself goodbye 'cause Amu know you no

dime, let me try her, gold smile
Fro in the pile, beeped my sun visor
She with sun visor, stat in the third
Love, love, everyday, my word
When I see your crew, I say that's them
So blau, blaum, blaw black and it don't stop

Fresh, black, slick
off the block, fat
No doubt we it out
we

Keep black and castle keep rockin'
Plus hang my niggas and hit the dope spots
Play in the and maybe even boogie
Till the sun up or a gun come up

at the breeze the local emcees
Stylin' wit ease, it like the sun is in here
we bomb rhyme, sayin', butter ain't playin'

Blowin' out, out

Black on time been still like I said
the screen, be a eight wonder
So for Dania, I do it, shit, a little fist
Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue

Corner flyin' it a forty, twenty
Brothers lay in a bottle, fly right by double time and shit
Next, I'm hittin', so I can step
On the nova, so no water goes

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

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

out, blowin' out

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

We gets than any eighty fiver
And the funk pots out here in our Brooklyn
Every crews badder, we choose to fatter
I stimulate life and matter

When I my wings, I dos my thing
'Cause doodle big wants to live like a king
So I with 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 beats by G
I sinks into the mode of the out breeze
You know, the breeze rocks the beats wit ease

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

out, blowin' out

You better blow that out