Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S.

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

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

I my mama, Lord knows I does
I love my family, my cousins, 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 the whole world we livin' in
And everything livin' in it
From the trees to the bugs
Can't about my plug
'Cause last but not least I love
Last but not I love drugs
(Purple still in)

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

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

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

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!

to marijuana, addicted to cigarettes
Codeine's my concubine, confidant
Admiral, absolutely, give Danny credit
Perc' 30 flow, exactly how said it
pass to Xanny land, Hennessy in my piss
Can't forget I'm off them psychedelics
And for the kids lookin' up to me for I've seen
No, I don't need any of these things to do

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