Luyện nghe bài hát Blunt Ashes

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

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

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

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

As the blunt ash falls into the ash
I see my whole life fly past 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 fly past me?
I'm askin' did I keep it gangsta or keep it
Did I? Anything you wanna know, just ask me

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

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

As the blunt ash falls the ash tray
I could see my whole fly past me
Did I, did I keep it gangsta or keep it
And the money and fame out last me?

The blunt's ash falls down in the ash
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 with
It interests me, Judy Campbell in Gucci
She's what a temptress be, the of Ennis Cosby, what a mystery
Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington, someone is them

out for the traps
Larry Troutman killed his brother Roger
Then he killed himself, the end of Zapp
And I wouldn't change a thing, of the greats
is what came from their pain from their hurt we gain
An unfair

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

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

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