Luyện nghe bài hát Blunt Ashes

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

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

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

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

As the blunt ash into 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 in the ash tray
Will I see my whole fly past me?
I'm askin' did I keep it 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 change 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 Brothers was layin' down the percussions
When Flo the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried
Many people said that she was laughin'

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

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

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

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

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 and fame out last me?

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

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