Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S.

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

They say the apple fall far from the tree
Apple a day, it the doctors away
I wonder if my father got more than me
But I can't ask him, 'cause the doctors couldn't save him,
My mama clean as holy water,
We opposites, I'm dirty as this Fanta mix
We Qualitesters, we find no Hi-Tech, I ain't lyin', nigga
Act stashed on the low for the high,
Whole squad full of them 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 the syrup, Perc' on top of that
Then be numb, if I don't wake up, tell 'em...

I love my mama, Lord knows I
I my family, my cousins, that's my blood
I this music, it come from up above
I love my and I love my bitches
I love everybody listenin'
If you or poor, so what?
I love the whole we livin' in
And that's livin' in it
From the trees down to the
Can't forget about my
'Cause last but not least I drugs
but not least I love drugs
(Purple comin' in)

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

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

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

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

Married to marijuana, addicted to
Codeine's my concubine, confidant
Adderall Admiral, absolutely, give credit
30 flow, exactly how Saudi said it
Season pass to Xanny land, in my piss
Can't forget I'm psychic off psychedelics
And for the kids lookin' up to me for what seen
No, I don't need any of things to do anything

All my brethren, I pray for your
And you alleviate my pain
You dwell in the glory of God
to the sufferance of this
Your humble
Grant me health, well-being, and