Luyện nghe bài hát Blazin On A Sunny Afternoon

Yeah, I up around 12,
to my right found 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 just left out
I went to roll j and i'm fresh out
See I'm bummed I ain't even get none last night I went out
and now the room's all hazy
Eyes start to look asian when i'm
Think I'm bout to lay today and be lazy
Maybe call a squeeze over to amaze me
Yeah, as you can see I've got issues
got my medical card it's gettin' misuse
So I'm it if it's bammer I'm off it
I'm with a fatty full of maui wowie dog shit

SUN]
n Mod Sun
Now I ain't gonna do that regular stoner rap shit
Where I like, take a hit into the mic my verse,
But I'm hippie-hop, 70s mentality shit
Came a family, hip days
My parents both js on the 7th day
even when my mom was pregnant she still blazed
So I've been high before I even one dazed
But I confused can chop it any way
whatever you chose
Ain't nothing bong time night for solo puffin vapor space cake Whatever take to get us copper
do that
Yea we it
Ain't a strain alive that I tasted
*Sobriety* without the base means
I *stole some bible kids gift tricks* from the guy who raised it
don't say shit]
Faded but so *vibrate*
Never been too 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
Said he was on 1967 type shit
So that's I am
Mod Sun, hippie-hop M-O-D