Luyện nghe bài hát Bagz

Mad of weed (mixed up)

(madrox)
If it ain't green it ain't us, parents hate us
Because we smell like cannabis and 'em of the incubus
Another of the night
With accessible clips, bongs and weed pipes

(monoxide)
We comin wit the 28, a full oz
fuckin wit the weed you can keep your nose bleed
Mash all you haters actin you know me
motherfucker, what you got on my tree?

(madrox)
I smoke it down to the ash and burnin lips and finger
On for helly shit, a bullet and I'm passin it
Right into the ashtray where it
From the bag, to the j, to the tray, to the

(monoxide)
Smoke a lot of weed, 9, space flyin
try to front on my dope but I can see inside 'em
Put the flame on the end of the and start the session
And i'ma smoke it all up quick question

I hope you brought the papers, you know I the trees
So roll another joint, and hand bitch to me
We do this everyday, so it out with me
No what they tell us, this is reality

(monoxide)
Eyes blew out red I'm lookin
Clothes stank like bud, and my tips is always resinated
We ganja wit the windows up
I gotta qp, a good green rolled, to puff

(madrox)
I smoke entirely to much weed for folks
But I never said that I was average, I like to
Mad of weed, no stems, no seeds
All I really want, and all I really

(monoxide)
I gotta tell you bitches, it ain't no smokin for
If you fuckin wit me
Don't put your up on my motherfucking tree
your surroundings like a zig-zag
Light block with the flame and take a big drag

(madrox)
We blaze trees on the and the driveways
In the casket I keep an axe in the
a zig-zag, for the two blunt trademark
Trees studio session we gettin sparked

(madrox)
We smoke weed everyday, what you say
And single night with the get-right
You need to get up, and shut up, all your pride
And all you niggas, get the fuck outside

(monoxide)
Only weed smokers up in this tonite
clouds of weed smoke, green like kryptonite
I drink, shoot-up, or take x
Only three loves in life is bud, and sex

(madrox)
gimme green leaves, laced up with hashish
When we rotton dirty, for police
Listen and learn, cause I would steer you wrong
Knowledge accumulated like resins in bongs

Chorus: twice