Luyện nghe bài hát D.R.U.G.S.

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

They say the apple fall far from the tree
Apple a day, it keep the doctors
I wonder if my father got faded than me
But I can't ask him, 'cause the doctors couldn't him, baby
My clean as holy water, hallelujah
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 of them codeine fiends
OG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man down the
magic off them 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 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 niggas and I love my
I love that's listenin'
If you or poor, so what?
I love the whole world we in
And everything that's in it
From the trees to the bugs
Can't forget about my
'Cause last but not I love drugs
but not least I love drugs
(Purple comin' 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 that come with this new paper
My new bitch in the next in the nude, nigga
Broad day, open—see the view, nigga?
Cornea, so scarred can't myself up in the eyes
But if I could I would "Who is you, nigga?!"
What's of Herb III's son?
Wasn't for abortions I'd probably be on my third son
was they decision, for the record
Just clearin' my
That make it better, nigga
You know I know better,

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 love my
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 down to the bugs
forget about my plug
'Cause last but not least I love
Last but not I love drugs
I can't help myself, I think I some help
I can't help myself, I think I 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 never seen a so fresh
You ain't never seen a so fresh, so fresh, no
I think I some help
so fresh
You ain't never seen a so fresh, so fresh, no
I think I need some
I love my
You never seen a junky so fresh, so fresh
You ain't never seen a
Lords knows I
I think I need some help, I need help
I my mama
I need help, I need some help
Lord I does
Can you go find me some

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

Married to marijuana, to cigarettes
Codeine's my concubine, confidant
Adderall Admiral, absolutely, give credit
Perc' 30 flow, exactly how Saudi 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 these things to do

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