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, this is for all my

Yo, done made 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 Cali kush
Never thought that little bush in that baggie would me hooked

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

You how I bust
Find me drunk, up at the cannabis cup
For those who don't smoke, get the middle up
You smoke more than us, nigga, it's luck

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

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

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

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

This my entourage, not HBO
A see me, she like, oh, there he go
You can smoke with the bro if you got ass and nice
But fuck you with that, I'm high off of 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 seats back
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 flow
They call me beasting, I monster the boo, so when cut
I 'em bleeding, little swag' with some Miss Dashin' season

Like, 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
this is for all my smokers

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yo, nobody smoke more than Doc up in here
Ayo, bump this bitch, you get high off this
Because is for all my smokers

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

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

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

Yeah, I pull over, start pulling out
'Cause I buy like everyday 420
You know what is funny, I found was so gutter
I'm Cheech and Chong brother 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 off this here
Because this is for all my

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