Luyện nghe bài hát Blunted on Reality

Blunted On Lyrics

(Intro)
(*inhales, coughs*)
Ay, pass me the blunt
(Go get the outta here, oh shit)
(*inhales and continues*)
Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just youknowI'msayin'?
(Cip, yo, this is for son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, c'mon the blunt man (Yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, the blunt man (hold it man)
Whassup (Yo, hold it up, aight, take the fuckin' blunt)
Yeah, (Damn) (*inhales continue*)
I ain't get charged yet
(C'mon man, let's cip man about the ol' days man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah)
See man, white man tryin' to keep this away us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause they know when you this man
you just be ciphin' knowledge man, knowledge as we up man
That's why want no brothers to be out here man, youknowI'msayin'?
That's why they try to it illegal man (...you far, you far from reality...)
Yo, this out man, this is, a natural herb man youknowI'msayin'?
It your body just and your mind just go to another...
(Yo, but hold - money you is too, much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we just man (...talkin' that, pass the motherfuckin' blunt)
I know you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I hate when do that shit)...

(Wyclef Jean)
know there's a lot of emcees but just give my CHANCE ON THE MIC!!
Open the, open the, open the, open the, open the, the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
Open the safe no key, it's easier than battlin' me
Cause uh-uh, I'll you walk like a doggy
Some say on and on, but they ON-ON!!
I got tired of that new - BREAKDOWN!!
I have to take it to the break of dawn
When Melle Mel was Mel and Al Capone was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap that's in the village
But I'm just to makin' my home from my spirit
So you hear me it's the man with the deeper thoughts
At night I sleep my brain keep movin' like a body on a horse
I don't stand, don't stand, don't wife me I on bricks
Some thoughts it wasn't until he said: "He my battleship"
So hip-hip, load the clip, hip, I - DAMN!!
I pay my taxes so I won't with Sam
Ya hear the you stand still, some ask for refill
We move thoughts so I can see if you for fake or real
Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside from my rap
And left me on a hill-hill, so I battle no will
So mama should I a man like Cypress Hill, chill
I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own
How does it - when a monkey is your ill
in a J-A-I-L? I have no time to bail
Saw someone to be macho like fritches got the lyro
So they had it at a heroes, where did their bodies go, only God knows
You got caught, the fire and the hoses
You wanna battle? Bring Moses
what fun-what time Moses
and someone goin' down and it Gastor Douglass
the roughest with the guy, becomes a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah
Throw many in fought courts boss
Never lost, so toss a and change your course
Say mama say mama say say what?

(Chorus: Jean and Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted when we this
Cause we far, from reality
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from

(Lauryn Hill)
Aiyyo, huh-huh, ho with the that run the (TENT!!)

Who walks really for of listenin' to the drum-set
You nimble bad as to my car don't put the bass
oh on the test the super lantra
You got caught all that toe with legs
I'm laughin' arrogantly as nostril bleeds hehehehehe...
Relax and max and a Gin on the Tech
their gatin' for another pirate to lose his neck, check
I got a call from Captain in so quick
We used to be 'fore the clip stole my rapper
I had to be cause you fight like it was a bitch
I had to change the pattern and make sure it fit
So now I go and see with she
I thought the pirates a telescope
and bomb 'em it's make-believe
Blow me my sword I out for my
Cause I might ship on landin' and start an insurrection
A pirate had himself as one of my crew
But I saw true and had to shake a him he got through
Hey, hey guy the the booty, I formed like a ram
I gave an ultimatum and told him he do time
But he and fought me, he tried to bust right
And so I took it upon myself to the brother walk the plank

(Chorus: Wyclef & Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote
Cause we far, from reality
thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we far, from reality

(Pras)

I smell the blood of an run son
Ya see the man understand
The hammer and the hum
So when I get them someone know where the hell I'm from
I'm sprayin' emcees with my mack ten machine gun
The hand that will be the hand of the gun bum
is the drop of my snare drum
Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the of my tum-tum
Makin' emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll them walk like a doggy
It's like the blunt to the phillie, the to the sessy
You write a rhyme without the roots men-mentality
ain't no milli-vanilli but the kiddy with the skilly
to so dope I made up my own vocabulab-skilly
Missed it from a bomber-tacky all the bum
that get her to a to and fro, I guess they me boy
So can I get the cheers, not the chant from
But the chant from my peers that I know are really down me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I mean those been since the beginnin'
(cause some of cut out when it started rainin')
Now check me at the movies I'm like Black Man
I didn't need Batman, he up with the favourite - EH!!
Tell all your friend-friend, watch all friend-friend
Cause some say are your friend wanna dem bring you poison
So I roll by and that I carry my (BIT!!)
You wished you stayed around, you know my got the (LIP!!)
So empty your hooray, your to your hip
And if your hip's a book you you got to get off bricks man

(Chorus: Wyclef & Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted when we this
Cause we far, from reality
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we this
Cause we far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we this
Cause we were far, reality
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality
thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we far, from reality