Luyện nghe bài hát Be Kind 2 Your Budz

No stems, no seeds that you don't need, Acapolca Gold is (Inhale) bad ass weed

Yo mudda fuckaz, you ready to get

I two joints in the morning, two at night
I smoke all day to away, til' I feel alright
I just float away, til' I on down
propound the sound, when I get a green pound
I get in the morn, to get the skin tone
I'm Smokin' a few then I get in the zone
My rock the top, to get ya ass in flight
Pack it tight, real tight, in the glass
I getz blazed, dazed, it's the shit in
You getz back handed if you get double-hittin'
It's written, to it to the left
Take a hit, hold it in, it hurts your chest
If you don't choke you hittin' it right
That's what Mr. J says we gettin' every night
Grab the let the hits last long
'cause it's all the B-B-B-Bong

Smoke it up, sing this
Get the sac for the water bong
it up, take a rip
Clear the or ya ass get skipped (Repeated)

Saint Sinna the pipe
I got rip some fuckin' green bud
mutha fucka sure it's packed tight
I got the luv, green luv, green luv
Oh shit son, back and lemme preach on the gonja
The phat sac stash I snatched from ya
Ima bud fiend, fiendin' for the green leaf
Bowl, bong, pipe, blunt, joint, dreams
A wiggity ziggity zaggity,
I got the bags you got the papers, I got the papers you got the
it all up don't be a sucka
(Inhale) Like mutha fucka?
Amateurs, never like the master an'
Puff passin', longer lastin', blastin'
Mutha fucka, a one hit wonda
And you out, passed out, from the (Boom) of my thunda

Smoke it up, sing song
Get the phat sac for the bong
it up, take a rip
Clear the or ya ass get skipped (Repeated)

I got five on it but you can't smoke for
You gotta come up with some cash to smoke out me
But you my homie, so ain't no fee
Let's break it out, no no seeds
(Fire it up holmes) Gettin' lifted is our
Tokin' up every hour a prescription
Red hairs, red eyes, red is all is seen
I'm like a weed fiend so tha visine

Smoke (Inhale) Smoke (Inhale) (Inhale) Smoke (Inhale)
Come on mutha (What?) Don't choke
Man up tha bowl, clear it up
I it's hard 'cause we smoke the good stuff
shit, good rips, good hits, don't be a bitch
(Whut!) it (Riiight) Toke it
to the resin, one last drag
(Cough) You're next bag

it up, sing this song
Get the phat sac for the bong
Light it up, a rip
Clear the chamber or ya ass get (Repeated)

Hey man outta papers
then get me a toilet paper roll, a corkscrew, and some tinfoil
Well, we don't have a screw
Aight, get me an avacado, and ice-pick, and my snorkle
Trust me bro, I've made with less, hurry up

This weed was the shiznittle bam snap sack