Luyện nghe bài hát Dis Iz 4 All My Smokers

This is for all my
Woo, one more, just keep the at the end of it
Alright, give me one time on the count of three
1, 2, 3, is for all my smokers

Yo, done made the album, you heard, yes sir
This is for all my
This is for all my

Ayo, Meth, what's up, Doc, what's really good?
Got that bush and that backwood, up in any hood
Yup, I'm that hood, my brother, love me some Cali
Never thought that bush in that baggie would have me hooked

I'm a pothead, everyone look and your fingers
At the bad guy the cottonmouths and glass eyes
Fuck it, I'm that high, I'm blowing clouds
Got my head in the clouds, it, I'm that fly
Doc, what's up,

You how I bust
Find me drunk, fucked up at the cup
For those who smoke, get the middle finger up
You smoke than us, nigga, it's beginner's luck

My truck, with 5-0 eyes on it
It's like the blunt, when you ain't got on it
I challenge any opponent, who smoke?
We can puff 'til our voice get lower than Tone Loc,

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Ain't nobody smoking than me up in here
Pump shit, you get high off this here
Because this is for all my

I'm yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't smoking more than Meth up in here
Ayo, bump this bitch, you get high off here
Because this is for all my

Yo, I'm oh my God, oh my God
I start growing D's in my home garage
Now on the block, say I'm on my job
'Cause now I rock more chains Amistad

This my entourage, not HBO
A bitch see me, she like, oh, he go
You can smoke with the bro if you got ass and tits
But you with that, I'm high off of life shit

tried to make me go to rehab, no
Tell my P.O. I ain't trying let the weed bag go
You can catch me in the whip pushing the back slow
My chick's a Rican that mean she off the meat rack

Look ma, I'm 'cause when it's time to get that dough
I sink my teeth in and turn around and spit flow
They call me beasting, I monster the boo, so when cut
I leave 'em bleeding, little swag' with Miss Dashin' season

Like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Ain't nobody smoking more than up in here
Ayo, this bitch, you get high off this here
Because this is for all my

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yo, don't nobody smoke more than Doc up in
Ayo, bump bitch, you get high off this here
Because is for all my smokers

I got flavors, I'm baby, send in the troops
That Johnny Blaze ya, dashes in your Timberland boots
Can't fuck with haters, just mad I got a pocket of
I'm chasing papers, try'na be a rock in my shoe

I'm a father, I don't drink with kids, youngers thinking they hard
I think harder than they they is
Somebody's proper as my English is and I did my thing
I die for the things I did

Everybody it up and smoke with your man
And cigarette smokers ya game plan
'Cause is for all my marijuana smokers
Backwoods, sweets and Dutch rollers

Yeah, I pull over, start pulling out
'Cause I buy like everyday 420
You what else is funny, I found was so gutter
I'm and Chong brother just got different mothers

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yo, don't nobody smoke more than Doc up in
Ayo, bump this shit, you get high off here
Because this is for all my

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Ain't smoking more than Meth up in here
Ayo, bump bitch, you get high off this here
Because is for all my smokers