Luyện nghe bài hát BM's

Ahh
First day off probation, no wastin'
Just ancient times, and take a dime and roll it
it with no fear
After havin' to take piss for a whole year
Smokin' with a cold beer makes me kinda
Why I don't like to drink heavily, 'cause what my P.O. was me
'You smoke, can't even eat poppy seeds
But you can buy liquor, and all you need'
It's callin' me, I used to drink
Now it's 'bout 5 or 10, wine and gin
Hennessy, the last drop
To the store was a cash crop
Drive right past the grass
Doin' the shit I ever did in my life
my life,
Resistin'
in my flesh
Probably funny
And there go money
Fast forward to
I smash more herb than those old
But a whole J to the
Nah, I'm still feelin' gettin' drunk more weed
But now we back in Amster-D, got some for me
Chocolate Thai, Haze
And blocks of hash that make the J's for days
Rollin' 'em so fat, circumference stuffed major chronic
We can put a on it
When we first got out here in Europe beer was
Even at the gas station, I was downin' at
A fast pace, when I thought 'This ain't helpin' nothin'
When I can get elevated straight nothin''

(Scratching) Straight nothin'...
(Scratching) puffin' nothin'...
(Scratching) Straight nothin'...
The smokin' sessions was the best in the
the price was right, affordable, so more to use
So fat they deserve the
And no tax so I'm
Not
a risk we takin', we ain't talkin' bout that
We in the outback, smokin' till my black, how's that?
I never fucked up a show being
I didn't get it crunk
I was drunk
Slow that liquor boy, hit this BM, Bob Marley
A
'Cause it was probably as fat as the he rolled
he strolled
Down the same stone streets
With his own
Another generation, a time zone
With his mind blown, thinkin' up poems
Blessed by the father and it gets him
With spiritualities, since it all affects the
I the herb for good purposes
Some people are sure to diss, but up in Amsterdam they it
And I forget about Crystania
kid is brainia
Try to sell drugs there then they claimin' ya
Life, they only with real shit
All the bomb and you want to deal it
And all's well, they don't even it for much
And the cops don't touch, 'cause it ain't slangin' dust
I'm writin' this, right now under the
impudence towards those that say I shouldn't do this
Bob Marley'd out, at least I'm back by the lake
But I might 1 or 2 for old times sake...

(Scratching)