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, ya'll 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 really
Got that bush and 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 would me hooked

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

You know how I
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, ride 5-0 eyes 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 than Tone Loc, like

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

I'm 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

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 rock chains than Amistad

my entourage, this not HBO
A see me, she like, oh, there he go
You can smoke with the bro if you got ass and nice
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 ain't let the weed bag go
You can catch me in the whip pushing the seats slow
My chick's a Rican that mean she off the meat rack

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

Like, 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 this is for all my

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I over, start pulling out money
'Cause I buy weed like 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 smoke more than Doc up in here
Ayo, bump this shit, you get off this here
this is for all my smokers

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