Luyện nghe bài hát Dis Iz 4 All My Smokers

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

Yo, ya'll done the album, you heard, yes sir
This is for all my
is for all my smokers

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

I'm a pothead, everyone and point your fingers
At the bad guy with the cottonmouths and glass
Fuck it, I'm high, I'm blowing smoke clouds
Got my head in the clouds, it, I'm that fly
Doc, up, nigga?

You know how I
Find me drunk, fucked up at the cup
For who don't smoke, get the middle finger up
You more than us, nigga, it's beginner's luck

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
nobody smoking more than me up in here
Pump this shit, you get off this here
Because is for all my smokers

I'm yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nobody more than Meth up in here
Ayo, bump this bitch, you get high off this
Because is for all my smokers

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

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

They to make me go to rehab, no
Tell my P.O. that I trying let the weed bag go
You can me in the whip pushing the seats back slow
My a Rican that mean she off the meat rack though

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

Like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
nobody smoking more than Meth up in here
Ayo, bump this bitch, you get off this here
Because is for all my smokers

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
this is for all my smokers

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

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

Everybody it up and smoke with your man
And smokers change ya game plan
this is for all my marijuana smokers
Backwoods, Swisher sweets and Dutch

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

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Ain't nobody smoking more Meth up in here
Ayo, this bitch, you get high off this here
this is for all my smokers