Luyện nghe bài hát BM's

Ahh
First day off probation, no time
Just ancient times, and take a dime and roll it
it with no fear
After havin' to piss tests for a whole year
Smokin' a cold beer makes me kinda think
Why I like to drink heavily, 'cause what my P.O. was tellin' me
'You can't smoke, can't eat poppy seeds
But you can buy liquor, and all you need'
It's callin' me, I used to Heineken's
Now it's 'bout 5 or 10, plus and gin
Hennessy, finishing the last
To the liquor store was a cash
right past the grass spot
Doin' the shit I ever did in my life
my life,
Resistin'
It's in my
Probably funny
And go Del's money
forward to 1998
I more herb than those old day's
But a J to the face?
Nah, I'm still gettin' drunk more than weed
But now we back in Amster-D, got some for me
Thai, Purple Haze
And blocks of hash that 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
at the gas station, I was downin' them at
A fast pace, when I thought 'This ain't helpin' nothin'
When I can get elevated straight nothin''

(Scratching) puffin' nothin'...
(Scratching) puffin' nothin'...
(Scratching) puffin' nothin'...
The smokin' sessions was the 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 risk we takin', we ain't talkin' bout
We in the outback, smokin' my mouth's black, how's that?
I never fucked up a show blowed
I sorta didn't get it
I was drunk
Slow liquor down boy, hit this BM, Bob Marley
A
it was probably as fat as the ones he rolled
When he
Down the same cobble stone
With his own
generation, a different time zone
With his blown, thinkin' up divine poems
Blessed by the father and it him farther
With spiritualities, since it all the Karma
I used the herb for good
Some people are to diss, but up in Amsterdam they nurcher it
And I forget about Crystania
kid is brainia
Try to sell hard drugs then they claimin' ya
Life, they only deal with shit
All the bomb and you want to deal it
And all's well, don't even 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 out, at least 'til I'm back by the lake
But I might 1 or 2 for old times sake...

(Scratching)