Luyện nghe bài hát SMOKE SCREEN

It's not to be happenin' now
What is she callin'
you doin'?
I no idea

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

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

If they only knew, that thing do
See a dollars everytime I think of you
Take my business to the top, dream true
me to drop the top, no clouds, sky blue
Red sixty-one or sixty-nine,
Pull up on Snoop, a movie when we drive through
Get you some ice, it out, you look surprise
A real winner, I can see it in your
Don't make our moves too fast 'cause we
Grade 8, G-shit, when they
that money then your picture off in private
Put some diamonds on my wrist, that's perfect

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