Luyện nghe bài hát Blunt Ashes

Yo, I want the Hughes and Alex Haley
Got before they told stories
get blazed before I tell y'all stories

I saw on TV today, this man lost his son, his son
So he had him cremated, his ashes
And then it to a Diamond ring
Now he watches his son shine
I just thought about that, I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yeah

The of a mad band, intricate stories of DeVante Swing
Ava Gardner, the of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by James and it goes
wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome

But Alex was puttin' coke in his nose, ****
Could be a myth but I swear the source was close, Phyllis Hyman
Killed herself, it was crazy, was bad they say
Donny Hathaway freefall a balcony, he swings

As the blunt ash falls into the ash
I could see my life fly past me
Did I, did I keep it or keep it classy?
And will the money and fame out me?

The blunt's ash falls down in the ash
Will I see my whole fly past me?
I'm did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
Did I? Anything else you wanna know, ask me

Sam trusted Womack his main lady
He tossin' in the grave, like, is how you repay me?'
A gon' come, wish you didn't trust me so much
Marvin said, 'No high enough, fly stuff'

Ruffin was punchin' Tammy Terrell, gave her concussions
While the Funk Brothers was down the percussions
Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried
Many said that she was laughin' inside

As the ash falls into the ash tray
I could see my whole life fly me
Did I, did I keep it or keep it classy?
And will the and fame out last me?

The blunt's ash falls in the ash tray
Will I see my whole life fly me?
I'm askin' did I keep it or keep it classy?
Did I? Anything you wanna know, just ask me?

John F. Kennedy's, enemies dealt treachery
It interests me, Judy in Gucci sandals
She's what a temptress be, the death of Cosby, what a mystery
Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington, someone is them

Watch out for the
Larry Troutman killed his brother Roger
Then he himself, that's the end of Zapp
And I change a thing, mistakes of the greats
This is what came from their pain from their we gain
An exchange

As the blunt ash into the ash tray
I could see my life fly past me
Did I it gangsta or keep it classy?
And the money and fame out last me?

The ash falls down in the ash tray
Will I see my life fly past me?
I'm did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
else you wanna know, just ask me?

Wasn't allowed to go to the premier
Could'ya'believe that?, go to premier to her joint
Man, you know they were back then man
Blunt from my ash tray, nothin' gon' to live past me, yeah, yeah,