Luyện nghe bài hát Blunt Ashes

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

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

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

But Alex was puttin' 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 could see my whole fly past me
Did I, did I keep it or keep it classy?
And will the money and fame out me?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

even allowed to go to the premier
Could'ya'believe that?, go to premier to her joint
Man, you know they strong back then man
from my ash tray, nothin' gon' to live past me, yeah, yeah, yeah