Luyện nghe bài hát BM's

Ahh
First day off probation, no time
Just like times, and take a dime and roll it
it with no fear
After havin' to piss tests for a whole year
with a cold beer makes me kinda think
Why I don't like to drink heavily, what my P.O. was tellin' me
'You can't smoke, can't even eat poppy
But you can buy liquor, and all you need'
It's callin' me, I used to Heineken's
Now it's 5 or 10, plus wine and gin
Hennessy, finishing the drop
To the liquor store was a cash
Drive right the grass spot
Doin' the dumbest shit I did in my life
my life,
Resistin'
It's in my
Probably smell
And there go Del's
Fast to 1998
I smash more than those old day's
But a J to the face?
Nah, I'm feelin' gettin' drunk more than weed
But now we back in Amster-D, got some for me
Thai, Purple Haze
And of hash that make the J's last for days
Rollin' 'em so fat, circumference stuffed major chronic
We can put a on it
When we got out here in Europe beer was everywhere
Even at the gas station, I was them at
A fast pace, when I thought 'This shit ain't helpin'
When I can get straight puffin' nothin''

(Scratching) Straight nothin'...
(Scratching) puffin' nothin'...
(Scratching) Straight nothin'...
The smokin' was the best in the world
the price was right, affordable, so more to use
So fat they deserve the
And no tax so I'm
Not
That's a risk we takin', we talkin' bout that
We in the outback, till my mouth's black, how's that?
I fucked up a show being blowed
I didn't get it crunk
When I was
Slow liquor down boy, hit this BM, Bob Marley
A
'Cause it was probably as fat as the ones he
he strolled
Down the same cobble stone
With his own
Another generation, a time zone
With his blown, thinkin' up divine poems
Blessed by the father and it him farther
spiritualities, since it all affects the Karma
I used the for good purposes
Some people are sure to diss, but up in Amsterdam nurcher it
And I can't about Crystania
kid is brainia
Try to sell hard drugs there they claimin' ya
Life, only deal with real shit
All the and hash you want to deal it
And all's well, they don't sell it for much
And the cops don't really touch, 'cause it slangin' dust
I'm writin' this, now under the influence
With impudence towards those that say I 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)