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
This is for all my

Ayo, Meth, what's up, nigga? Doc, really good?
Got that bush and backwood, light up in any hood
Yup, I'm that hood, my brother, love me some Cali
thought 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 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 who don't smoke, get the middle finger up
You smoke more than us, nigga, it's luck

My truck, with 5-0 eyes 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 voice get lower than 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 this is for all my

I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Ain't nobody smoking than Meth up in here
Ayo, this bitch, you get high off this here
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 rock more chains Amistad

This my entourage, not HBO
A bitch see me, she like, oh, 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

They tried to 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 back slow
My chick's a Rican that she off the meat rack though

Look ma, I'm eating 'cause when it's to get that dough
I sink my teeth in and turn 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 nobody smoking more than 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 off this here
this is for all my smokers

I got flavors, I'm baby, send in the troops
That Johnny Blaze ya, dashes in your Timberland boots
fuck 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 they hard
I think than they 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 smokers change ya plan
'Cause is for all my marijuana smokers
Backwoods, Swisher and Dutch rollers

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

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