Luyện nghe bài hát Blazin On A Sunny Afternoon

Yeah, I woke up 12,
to my right found a bag on the shelf,
I twist one up, burn a zap to
And I don't give a fuck if it's bad for my
I'm mad out
Cos week, see my girl just left out
I went to roll another j and i'm out
See I'm bummed I ain't even get last night when I went out
and now the room's all hazy
Eyes start to look when i'm blazey
I'm bout to lay around today and be lazy
Maybe call a squeeze over to amaze me
Yeah, as you can see I've got some
I've got my medical card it's misuse
So I'm it if it's bammer I'm off it
I'm teach with a fatty full of wowie dog shit

[MOD
n Mod Sun
Now I ain't gonna do that regular stoner rap type
Where I like, take a hit the mic before my verse,
But I'm hippie-hop, 70s type shit
from a family, hip days
My both smoked js on the 7th day
Shit when my mom was pregnant she still blazed
So I've been high before I lived one dazed
But I confused can chop it any way
whatever *pbleeea* you
Ain't bong time night 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
*Sobriety* without the Brooklyn means
I *stole some kids some gift tricks* from the guy who raised it
[shh say shit]
Faded but so *vibrate*
Never too high to keep climbin
Got a fresh of the Harvard's moon
Bake with me I guarantee that everyday's just like a afternoon
G hit me up
he was on some 1967 type shit
So that's I am
Mod Sun, M-O-D S-U-N