Luyện nghe bài hát Fo 'eva Blunted

There's death in the air, my are bloodshot red.
I'm forever so I don't care.
to my nappy black hair, it's the year of the leader,
A a dummy, he'll die alone with no fuckin' money;
All alone in his lookin' out the window, while the wind blow,
nintendo.
Jackin' off, shit like not happenin',
are clappin, toes are tappin', niggas is rappin'!
(who the fuck are ) yo, I'm the nine. forever blunted, always hunted,
In my prime.
My have grown like a fungus to make gs in the hundreds,
As the tongue gets wicked, I it.
On the ave, my niggas, passin' c-notes,
Guzzlin' 40s in brown paper bags; loadin' up mags, 5-0 patrols,
I'm still blunted, still hunted, 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 want to pull his smith-n-wesson...
(redrum!) no question.
That shit be makin' your screws loose and an old shopping cart,
We tin men, niggas got heart!
Like my nigga and my nigga troy,
Strong, real brothers with get 9-1-1 calls.
shit hits the fan, there I stand with my blunt and my glock in my hand,
What's the
We bum rushin' all snakes and devils no their color,
the next generation of rebels.
Hard-headed, undisciplined and ruthless, wind up toothless,
The wanted, blunted...

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

Check the flav, misbehave.
On my block, you'll get shot when you see the dot,
And hear the glock pop, you'll drop like in mad pain,
a nigga got nothin' to lose, a nigga goes insane.
Mad on the ave scramblin', some gamblin',
As I see it, beats panhandlin':
A here, a quarter there, see I told you that's why we murder,
Ya either fight for right or you're fucked like bertha.
silly, here comes the sequel:
You can get drunk as a skunk, but illegal.
I'm forever anyway, I don't give a fuck what uncle sam say,
Okay, parlay.
Ease on the project block and make some noise,
Wake up the pumpin' 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',
Step the fuck off, 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 buddha bless, now off my chest.
Until tomorrow, it'll happen again, I'll still be hunted, I'll be wanted,
So I'm fo blunted...