Luyện nghe bài hát 20 Blunts A Day

*(Numskull talking)*

Like they always say what's good fo Num is always fo Yuk. Let's
get high.

*(Christion)*

20 a day
Hin an ala zae.
20 a day
Hin an ala zae.

*(Christion Yukmouth)*

One (echos) (Drink A Lot.... all day)
Two (echos)
(echos) (Smoke A Lot.... all day)
(echos)

1 *(Numskull)*

You know what I to do,
came to drink wit a gold same as you,
drop a on the bar,
for a of Hindu,
got wit me gotta get gin too,
I know hoes think the as me,
'cause they to the club lookin like freak nasty,
niggaz on the floor,
dance as you wanna,
rub-a-dub-dub,
lap in the corner,
ol shit,
ol hits,
ol click,
ol dick,
bitch look in my eyes,
I ain't payin,
ya known pimpy-doo niggaz ain't playin,
juss pull yo drawls so a nigga can see,
I doubt that the pussy is fuckin wit me,
pop a to the back,
pop a to the front,
but damn, open yo pick up my nigga BLUNT,
what ya want,
ya really need,
pop the breaks on that an lets get keyed,
girl I always pictured you in lights,
big 44 D's,
a sight,
you an me we can get respect,
two triple shots of hin an be on deck,
you my type,
you ol hoe,
you my type,
you know.

*(Christion)*

Hin, an ala-zae, I'm feelin I wanna hurl.
Hin, an ala-zae, I think I'm leave this world.
Hin, an ala-zae, I drink-a-lot all day,
Hin, an ala-zae, that's why I'm this way.
Hin, an ala-zae, I think I a lil mo.
Hin, an ala-zae, yo mama to the store.
Hin, an ala-zae, I keep my vision straight.
Hin, an ala-zae.

2 *(Yukmouth)*

Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot,
why you
20 a day, you don't choke,
why doggystyle, nut down yo throat,
get up while my on yo coat,
an I'm Too $hort,
the block,
on fourth,
my nigga Num drunk on the porch off a fuckin quart of O.E.,
an dime ass nigga,
to a top hat balla,
big like E-Fourtee,
niggaz me,
Smoke-A-Lot only smoke weed, trees,
keys,
see me in a E-3 dub,
rollin sweet up, you see Yuk,
us,
only bad bitches us,
turn yo main squeaze a cheata,
reefa,
off my DK's,
an she us up wit the whole sneaka,
an her pussy,
lift yo ass cheeks up so I see,
mix the hashes up wit the yard boogie,
woogie,
bust nuts on yo Donna Carra hoodie if all goodie,
an be a,
ride a Benz wit my what??
breakin up,
rollin up,
on my way to the V-up,
to put the g's up,
see Yuk,
hella high, tinky like Korea.

*(chorus)*

20 blunts a day, I been gettin all day.
20 a day, an the blunts get bigger.
20 a day, excuse me if my eyes are glazed.
20 blunts a day, why I'm lookin this way.
20 a day, eenie-meenie, minie-mo,
20 a day, sticky, sticky indo,
20 blunts a day, aside an let me blaze
20 a day.
Blazed.

*(2 Crew)*

3 *(Black Marquis)*

Do it on the way to San Jose,
20 blunts a day from the of the Bay,
I'm scratch,
but call it Killa Kali,
I'm walkin through the spot in my ballies,
20 bag please,
20 East,
I finna smoke a stanky an get as a tree,
wit my piece mommie,
bees keeper,
when the bitch her ass,
nigga you see her,
wit a on braclet,
laced watches,
jeans,
wit her in the pocket,
the bitch is bad in a drop-top Jag,
sittin on chrome shelf on tag,
slidin off off in a coach bag,
dolla sign eyes, an a stash of hash.

Verse 4 *(Young Ice)*

to the side where niggaz blaze,
home of the crew, an the shake,
straight packed club the hoes be poppin,
dick all hard, to shake a lil sumpthin,
lookin fo the one do me right,
who keep me all through the night,
no pitty if you fall to your knees,
me,
me,
but please,
let a hit it,
I know you wit,
from the back, my dicks all in it,
I stick it in, like it no thang,
stay hard,
on Ginseng,
come an be my dancer,
a playa me is yo only answer,
holla at yo boy if you play,
I got from Miami, up to the Bay. (echos)

*(chorus)*