Luyện nghe bài hát Blunt Ashes

Yo, I want the Langston and Alex Haley
Got before they told stories
I'ma get blazed 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 made it to a Diamond
Now he watches his son everyday
I just thought about that, I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yeah

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

But Alex was puttin' 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 freefall from a balcony, he

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 and fame out last me?

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

Sam Womack with his main lady
He tossin' in the grave, like, 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' Terrell, gave her concussions
While the Funk was layin' down the percussions
Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried
Many people said that she was inside

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

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

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

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

The blunt's ash down 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?

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