Luyện nghe bài hát Charlie Brown

[First
Brown, please, don't come around
Because your weed is brown
and it like the ground
You're my homie (but no more bammer)
But with weed you don't know me
When I this, the staleness creeps up on me

I love weed, especially when it gets me
up a lung from that passion
Graspin' life with every hit that I take
When I'm high, is the only time I awake
Roll it up, bags on reserve is I deserve
No joke I gots to smoke cause it calms my
And if Charlie was around I guarantee a
From his dirt, weed means head starts to hurt
Call me a high on, red eyed
smelling like oak with a twist of tree
And Smokey, my names Big Inhale
And I'm known to it down to the tail,
You know what I
Resi-res build up on my
Clam baked inside the soundproof Pod cell
Lettin' out, when I'm blessed to
So, pass it back and let me get hit
Big

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Charlie,
Your is so sorry (mmm mmm mmmm)
You must have grown it in a safari
I just smoke that no mo'
Even I'm broke and I'm po'
I smell that in your bag,
I and run for the do'
Don't you, Charlie
And homie, you my boy
keep that junk on your spot
(Don't it 'round here)
And homie, you my boy
Cause that I never handle
I to be high
So stay the off my block
and don't come back on my
Charlie, (Charlie Brown)
You just ain't anymore
Because I like to be
shit grounds me to the floor
Don't me deck you, Charlie (Bitch)
come 'round with that
Don't nobody to hit that
Ya'll bustas need to that
Charlie,