Luyện nghe bài hát Blazin On A Sunny Afternoon

Yeah, I up around 12,
Looked to my right a bag on the shelf,
I twist one up, a zap to myself
And I don't give a fuck if it's bad for my
I'm mad out
Cos last week, see my girl left out
I went to roll j and i'm fresh out
See I'm bummed I ain't get none last night when I went out
and now the room's all hazy
Eyes to look asian when i'm blazey
Think I'm bout to lay around and be lazy
Maybe might call a squeeze to amaze me
Yeah, as you can see got some issues
I've got my medical card it's gettin'
So I'm it if it's bammer I'm off it
I'm teach a fatty full of maui wowie dog shit

SUN]
n Mod Sun
Now I ain't gonna do that regular stoner rap type
I like, take a hit into the mic before my verse,
But I'm hippie-hop, 70s mentality type
from a family, hip days
My parents both js on the 7th day
Shit even when my mom was pregnant she blazed
So been high before I even lived one dazed
But I confused can chop it any way
whatever you chose
Ain't nothing bong time for solo puffin vapor space cake Whatever it'd take to get us copper
do that
Yea we it
Ain't a strain alive that I tasted
without the Brooklyn base means
I *stole some kids some gift tricks* from the guy who raised it
[shh say shit]
Faded but that's so
been too high to keep climbin
Got a fresh drop of the Harvard's
Bake with me I that everyday's just like a sunny afternoon
G hit me up
Said he was on some 1967 shit
So that's I am
Mod Sun, hippie-hop M-O-D