Luyện nghe bài hát Blunt Ashes

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

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

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

But was puttin' coke in his nose, **** whylin'
Could be a myth but I swear that the was close, Phyllis Hyman
herself, it was crazy, mommy 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 gangsta or it classy?
And the money and fame out last me?

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

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

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

As the blunt ash into the ash tray
I see my whole life fly past me
Did I, did I it gangsta or keep it classy?
And will the money and 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 gangsta or it classy?
Did I? Anything else you know, just ask me?

John F. Kennedy's, enemies dealt treachery
It interests me, Judy Campbell in Gucci
what 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 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 pain from their hurt we gain
An exchange

As the ash falls into the ash tray
I could see my whole fly past me
Did I keep it gangsta or it classy?
And will the money and fame out 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?
Anything else you wanna know, 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 from my ash tray, nothin' gon' to live past me, yeah, yeah,