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 more 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
This is for all my

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

I'm a pothead, everyone look and your fingers
At the bad guy with the cottonmouths and glass
Fuck it, I'm that high, I'm blowing smoke
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 who don't smoke, get the middle finger up
You smoke more than us, nigga, beginner's luck

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Ain't smoking more 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 nobody more than Meth up in here
Ayo, bump this bitch, you get 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 garage
Now on the block, say I'm on my job
'Cause now I more chains than Amistad

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

tried to make me go to rehab, no
Tell my P.O. that I ain't let the weed bag go
You can catch me in the whip the seats 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 that
They call me beasting, I monster the boo, so when cut
I leave 'em bleeding, swag' with some Miss 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 this is for all my

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yo, don't nobody 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 Blaze ya, leave dashes in your Timberland boots
Can't fuck with haters, just mad I got a 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 they hard
I think harder than think they 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 cigarette change ya game plan
'Cause this is for all my smokers
Backwoods, Swisher sweets and Dutch

Yeah, I pull over, pulling out money
I buy weed like everyday 420
You what else is funny, I found was so gutter
I'm Cheech and Chong brother just got 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 this
this is for all my smokers

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