Luyện nghe bài hát Dis Iz 4 All My Smokers

This is for all my
Woo, one more, just the thing 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
is for all my smokers

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

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

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

My truck, ride with 5-0 on it
like the blunt, when you ain't got five 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 more than 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 nobody smoking more Meth up in here
Ayo, bump this bitch, you get high off this
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 with the bro if you got ass and nice tits
But fuck you with that, I'm off of life shit

They 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 pushing the back slow
My chick's a Rican mean she off the meat rack though

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

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

I got flavors, I'm baby, send in the troops
That Johnny Blaze ya, leave dashes in 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 with kids, these youngers thinking they hard
I think harder than they think is
Somebody's proper as my English is and hope I did my
Before I die for the I did

light it up and smoke with your man
And cigarette smokers change ya game
'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 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 smoke more 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, bump this bitch, you get off this here
Because this is for all my