Luyện nghe bài hát BM's

Ahh
First day off probation, no wastin'
like ancient times, and take a dime and roll it
Blaze it no fear
After havin' to take piss tests for a year
Smokin' with a beer makes me kinda think
Why I don't to drink heavily, 'cause what my P.O. was tellin' me
can't smoke, can't even eat poppy seeds
But you can buy liquor, and drink all you
callin' me, I used to drink Heineken's
Now 'bout 5 or 10, plus wine and gin
Hennessy, the last drop
To the liquor store was a crop
right past the grass spot
Doin' the dumbest shit I ever did in my
my life,
Resistin'
It's in my
Probably funny
And there go Del's
forward to 1998
I smash more herb than old day's
But a J to the face?
Nah, I'm still feelin' drunk more than weed
But now we in Amster-D, got some grams for me
Chocolate Thai, Haze
And blocks of hash make the J's last for days
'em so fat, circumference stuffed with major chronic
We can put a on it
When we first got out in Europe beer was everywhere
Even at the gas station, I was downin' at
A pace, when I thought 'This shit ain't helpin' nothin'
When I can get elevated straight nothin''

(Scratching) Straight nothin'...
(Scratching) puffin' nothin'...
(Scratching) puffin' nothin'...
The smokin' was the best in the world
Plus the price was right, affordable, so to use
So fat they deserve the
And no tax so I'm
Not
That's a we takin', we ain't talkin' bout that
We in the outback, smokin' till my mouth's black, that?
I never up a show being blowed
I sorta get it crunk
When I was
Slow liquor down boy, hit this BM, Bob Marley
A
it was probably as fat as the ones he rolled
When he
the same cobble stone streets
With his own
Another generation, a different time
With his mind blown, up divine poems
by the father and it gets him farther
With spiritualities, it all affects the Karma
I used the for good purposes
people are sure to diss, but up in Amsterdam they nurcher it
And I forget about Crystania
kid is brainia
Try to sell hard there then they claimin' ya
Life, they only deal with real
All the bomb and hash you to deal it
And all's well, they don't even it for much
And the cops don't really touch, 'cause it ain't slangin'
I'm writin' this, now under the influence
With impudence towards those that say I do this
Bob Marley'd out, at least 'til I'm back by the
But I might roll 1 or 2 for old sake...

(Scratching)