Luyện nghe bài hát Bagz

Mad of weed (mixed up)

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

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

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

(monoxide)
Smoke a lot of weed, 9, space flyin
People try to front on my but I can see inside 'em
Put the flame on the end of the weed and start the
And smoke it all up quick without question

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

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

(madrox)
I smoke entirely to much for average 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 no smokin for free
If you ain't wit me
Don't put lips up on my motherfucking tree
Wrap your surroundings a zig-zag
Light your with the flame and take a big drag

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

(madrox)
We smoke everyday, regardless what you say
And every single night with the
You to get up, and shut up, with all your pride
And all you non-smokin niggas, get the fuck

(monoxide)
Only weed smokers up in bitch tonite
clouds of weed smoke, green like kryptonite
I don't drink, shoot-up, or x
three loves in life is bud, death and sex

(madrox)
Gimme gimme green leaves, up with hashish
When we rotton dirty, for police
and learn, cause I would never steer you wrong
Knowledge gets like resins in bongs

Chorus: twice