Luyện nghe bài hát Blowin' Trees

Yes sir
Nappy
I gotta go
Aww

I find myself up in the sky again,
So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry
It's here, candy painted oh so clear
the slums, nappy through most of the year
(Nappy roots!)
Shouts out to aliyah, the life and very career
On my wall I gotcha picture, God pray
It's all on us, nappy boys in God we
Regardless what, this ya boy R. prophit

head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we trees
This is the God chose for me, chose for me
head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we trees
This is the life God chose for me, chose for me, for me

I my apple corn home, gave my favorite brush away
from bald headed to all-dreaded, to just enough to braid
It could be my lucky day, nappy up the shades
Think I'm frontin', I'm cuttin' somethin' my trucks and blades

Let man speak, step up grab all my meat
Greet you with my balls and my in every handshake
You straight, you worthless queer, price this landscape
Awake, to a plate of a pancake
Used to picture at the NFL draft
I just couldn't the lens cap
But I still my mouthpiece and my chinstrap
I it all for a pimp hat
Big body hog, new rag-top, pitch

average is okay, being different is alright
Long as you stay in your
Then you you keepin' it real with yo'self
And that's nappy there

head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin'
is the life God chose for me, chose for me
Nappy and all, is the life for me
my yea and we blowin' trees
This is the life God chose for me, for me, chose for me

I'm in the '81 Seville, but got spend
Limo tint, but see we ridin' it it's a Benz
Clamp somethin' like a
(Puff like a pimp)
I'm cuttin' corners players won't attempt
Skinny slum type, betcha bottom that's fa sure
Nappy gonna be alright, ups and downs and back and fer'
What the hell ya 'bout? How much it cost to floss and ball
We did it on a budget, rep the country we fall

Playa we in this biz
(Nappy!)
My love is in the slums and the people near
They love me dang, do anything for me
Make a livin' outta whattchu call dang
With left to lose, we get it in
But nappy roots done paid the
Hustlin', backwards-ass nigga one here's for you
You in the way, get out the
We comin' through, with to prove
Ain't nan thing you can tell me observin' what we 'bout to do

Nappy and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin'
This is the life God for me, chose for me
Nappy and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin'
This is the life God chose for me, for me, chose for me