Luyện nghe bài hát Blunt Ashes

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

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

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

But Alex was puttin' coke in his nose, whylin'
Could be a myth but I 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 ash falls into the ash tray
I could see my whole life fly me
Did I, did I it gangsta or keep it classy?
And the money and fame out last me?

The ash falls down 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, 'This is how you repay
A change gon' come, you didn't trust me so much
Marvin said, 'No high enough, fly stuff'

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

As the blunt ash into the ash tray
I could see my whole 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 it classy?
Did I? Anything else you know, just ask me?

John F. Kennedy's, enemies with 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, someone is sabotaging

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

As the blunt ash into the ash tray
I could see my whole life fly me
Did I keep it or keep it classy?
And will the money and 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 it classy?
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 they were strong back then man
Blunt from my ash tray, nothin' to live past me, yeah, yeah, yeah