Luyện nghe bài hát Bagz

Mad of weed (mixed up)

(madrox)
If it ain't green it ain't us, your parents us
Because we smell cannabis and remind 'em of the incubus
Another freek of the
With accessible roach clips, bongs and pipes

(monoxide)
We comin wit the straight 28, a oz
fuckin wit the weed you can keep your nose bleed
Mash all you actin like 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
the bag, to the j, to the tray, to the bong

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

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

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

(madrox)
I smoke to much weed for average folks
But I said that I was average, I like to smoke
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 for free
If you ain't wit me
put your lips up on my motherfucking tree
Wrap your like a zig-zag
Light your block with the flame and take a big

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

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

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

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

Chorus: repeat