Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S.

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

say the apple don't fall far from the tree
Apple a day, it keep the doctors
I wonder if my got more faded than me
But I can't ask him, 'cause the doctors couldn't save him,
My mama clean as holy water,
We total opposites, I'm dirty as this mix
We Qualitesters, we find no Hi-Tech, I ain't lyin', nigga
Act on the low for the high, nigga
Whole squad full of them fiends
OG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man the street
magic 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 I does
I my family, my cousins, that's my blood
I this music, it come from up above
I my niggas and I love my bitches
I everybody that's listenin'
If you rich or poor, so
I love the whole we livin' in
And everything livin' in it
From the trees down to the
Can't forget about my
last but not least I love drugs
Last but not least I 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 ain't talkin' about a
Talkin' the issues that come with this new paper
My new bitch in the next room in the nude,
Broad day, blinds the view, nigga?
Cornea, so can't look myself up in the eyes
But if I could I would "Who is you, nigga?!"
What's become of Herb III's
Wasn't for these abortions I'd probably be on my son
That was decision, for the record
Just clearin' my
don't make it better, nigga
You I know better, nigga

I love my mama, knows I does
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 or poor, so what?
I love the whole world we in
And everything that's in it
From the trees down to the
Can't about my plug
last but not least I love drugs
Last but not least I love
I can't help myself, I I need some help
I can't help myself, I think I need help

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

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

Married to marijuana, addicted to
my concubine, cocaine confidant
Adderall Admiral, absolutely, give Danny
Perc' 30 flow, how Saudi said it
pass to Xanny land, Hennessy in my piss
Can't forget I'm off them psychedelics
And for the kids up to me for what I've seen
No, I need any of these things to do anything

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