Luyện nghe bài hát Fo 'eva Blunted

There's in the air, my eyes are bloodshot red.
I'm forever blunted so I care.
Word to my nappy hair, it's the year of the leader,
A a dummy, he'll die alone with no fuckin' money;
All alone in his crib out the window, while the wind blow,
nintendo.
Jackin' off, shit that's not happenin',
Hands are clappin, toes are tappin', is rappin'!
(who the are you? ) yo, I'm the nine. forever blunted, always hunted,
In my prime.
My skills grown like a fungus to make gs in the hundreds,
As the tongue wicked, I kick it.
On the ave, my niggas, passin' c-notes,
Guzzlin' 40s wrapped in brown paper bags; up mags, 5-0 patrols,
I'm blunted, still hunted, still don't know what the fuck he wanted.
Jumped out the blue-and-white with bullshit stick in his grip tight,
I in the mood tonight.
Forever stressin', make a nigga want to his smith-n-wesson...
(redrum!) no question.
That shit be makin' your screws loose and like an old cart,
We ain't tin men, got heart!
my nigga noble and my nigga troy,
Strong, real with balls get 9-1-1 calls.
When shit hits the fan, there I with my blunt and my glock in my hand,
the plan?
We bum rushin' all snakes and no matter their color,
We're the generation of rebels.
Hard-headed, undisciplined and ruthless, wind up toothless,
The wanted, blunted...

[banging on door, ringing]
(damn, man, who the fuck was that, niggas is bangin' on the door, fuckin'
is on, fuckin' kid is cryin. I'm stressed, man, damn! I need a blunt
Now!)

Check the flav, misbehave.
On my block, you'll get shot you see the infrared dot,
And hear the glock pop, drop like rain in mad pain,
When a nigga got nothin' to lose, a nigga insane.
Mad heads on the ave scramblin', gamblin',
As I see it, shit beats
A quarter here, a there, see I told you that's why we murder,
Ya either fight for your right or you're fucked bertha.
silly, here comes the sequel:
You can get as a skunk, but weed's illegal.
I'm forever blunted anyway, I don't give a fuck what sam say,
Okay, parlay.
Ease on the project block and make some noise,
Wake up the neighborhood beats, it's all good.
Spark a blizz-nut, lamp on the project bench, comes 5-0 again,
You the monkey wrench.
Fuckin' up a nigga's fun is illin',
the fuck off, flat foot, we chillin'.
You don't live here anyway, your ass back to scarsdale,
Before I hit you with garbage pail.
Mad stress...thank God for the bless, now it's off my chest.
tomorrow, it'll happen again, I'll still be hunted, I'll still be wanted,
So I'm fo blunted...