Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S.

I can't help myself, I think I need some
I help myself, I think I need some help
I can't help myself, I think I need help
I say I my mama, Lord knows I does
I my family, my cousins, that's my blood
I love this music, it come up above
I love my niggas and I love my
I love everybody listenin'
If you rich or poor, so
The world we livin' in
that's livin' in it
Trees down to the
Can't about my plug
'Cause last but not least I love
I love
I can't help myself, I I need some help
I can't help myself, I I need some help

They say the apple don't far from the tree
Apple a day, it keep the doctors
I wonder if my father got more faded me
But I can't ask him, the doctors couldn't save him, baby
My mama as holy water, hallelujah
We total opposites, I'm as this Fanta mix
We Qualitesters, we can't no Hi-Tech, I ain't lyin', nigga
Act on the low for the high, nigga
squad full of them codeine fiends
OG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man down the
Monster off them Xannies, I might have me one
Mix it with the syrup, on top of that
Then be numb, if I don't wake up, tell 'em...

I love my mama, Lord knows I
I love my family, my cousins, that's my
I love music, it come from up above
I love my niggas and I my bitches
I love everybody that's
If you or poor, so what?
I love the world we livin' in
And that's livin' in it
From the down to the bugs
forget about my plug
'Cause last but not least I love
Last but not least I love
(Purple comin' in)

Molly got me rollin', got me rollin',
I got the sniffles, need a box of (Blow it!)
I got some issues, I ain't talkin' a newspaper
Talkin' about the issues that come this new paper
My new bitch in the next room in the nude,
Broad day, blinds open—see the view,
Cornea, so scarred look myself up in the eyes
But if I I would say: "Who is you, nigga?!"
become of Herb III's son?
Wasn't for these abortions I'd be on my third son
That was they decision, for the
clearin' my conscience
That don't make it better,
You I know better, nigga

I love my mama, Lord I does
I love my family, my cousins, that's my
I love this music, it come from up
I love my niggas and I love my
I love that's listenin'
If you or poor, so what?
I love the whole world we in
And that's livin' in it
From the down to the bugs
forget about my plug
'Cause last but not least I drugs
but not least I love drugs
I help myself, I think I need some help
I can't help myself, I I need some help

You ain't never seen a so fresh
You ain't seen a junky so fresh
Think I need some
You ain't never a junky so fresh
You ain't never seen a so fresh, so fresh, no
I think I need help
Junky so
You ain't seen a junky so fresh, so fresh, no
I think I need help
I my mama
You ain't seen a junky so fresh, so fresh
You ain't never a junky
knows I does
I think I need some help, I some help
I my mama
I need some help, I some help
knows I does
Can you go me some help?

what I'm sayin'. That's why you don't need a Xan, cuz.
I said flies... Didn't you hear what I said?
I said time flies. Time flies, fades...
Goddamn, man!

Married to marijuana, to cigarettes
Codeine's my concubine, cocaine
Adderall Admiral, absolutely, Danny credit
Perc' 30 flow, exactly how Saudi it
Season to Xanny land, Hennessy in my piss
Can't forget I'm off them psychedelics
And for the lookin' up to me for what I've seen
No, I don't need any of these to do anything

All my brethren, I for your mercy
And that you alleviate my
You that in the glory of God
Listen to the sufferance of
Your servant
Grant me health, well-being, and