Luyện nghe bài hát BM's

Ahh
First day off probation, no wastin'
Just like ancient times, and take a and roll it
Blaze it with no
After havin' to take piss tests for a year
Smokin' with a beer makes me kinda think
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 drink all you
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 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 go Del's money
forward to 1998
I smash more herb those old day's
But a whole J to the
Nah, I'm still feelin' gettin' drunk than weed
But now we back in Amster-D, got some for me
Thai, Purple 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 them at
A fast pace, when I thought shit ain't helpin' nothin'
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
a risk we takin', we ain't talkin' bout that
We in the outback, smokin' till my mouth's black, that?
I never fucked up a show being
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 zone
With his mind blown, up divine poems
by the father and it gets him farther
With spiritualities, since it all the Karma
I used the herb for purposes
Some people are to diss, but up in Amsterdam they nurcher it
And I forget about Crystania
This kid is
Try to hard drugs there then they claimin' ya
Life, they only deal with shit
All the bomb and hash you to deal it
And all's well, they don't sell it for much
And the cops don't really touch, it ain't 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)