Luyện nghe bài hát SMOKE SCREEN

It's not supposed to be now
What is she callin'
What you
I no idea

Oh, up, door open
I ain't say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be tryna up
New whip, us
Bad bitch, she up
No time for the players,
On my grind, I lay up

I rich, so I gotta keep my bucks long
Thousand dollar fits but still got blue checks on
You gon' jog or you gon'
We in the diamond lane, breaded, all my niggas smell good leaves
Bitch that back talk, I the way she badass
We be on the grind, full speed, I need an
I'm in a circle full of cold
Don't gotta say much, we pull up, the dips is roll with us
Doors open up Lamborghini
She like way she with it, she gon' go up off a
I need it all, don't the half, I don't slow step
We be in the foreign, she gon' bob and tell her throat

Oh, up, door open
I gotta say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be catch up
New whip, us
Bad bitch, she up
No for the players, haters
On my (Okay), I can't lay up

If they only knew, what that do
See a million dollars I think of you
Take my to the top, dream come true
Want me to the top, no clouds, sky blue
Red sixty-one or sixty-nine,
Pull up on Snoop, watch a movie when we through
Get you ice, pull it out, you look surprise
A winner, I can see it in your eyes
Don't make our moves too fast we strategize
8, G-shit, when they categorize
Spend that money then picture off in private
Put some diamonds on my wrist, perfect timin'

Oh, pull up, door (Haha)
I ain't say much (Oh woah, ooh woah, ooh woah)
They be catch up
(Don't with each other, man
Y'all just do the same thing, y'all get the shit, haha)
New whip, us
Bad bitch, she up
No time for the players,
On my grind, I lay up