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.
Word to my nappy black hair, the year of the leader,
A follower's a dummy, he'll die alone no fuckin' money;
All in his crib lookin' out the window, while the wind blow,
nintendo.
Jackin' off, shit that's not happenin',
Hands are clappin, 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 wicked, I kick 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 that bullshit 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 and like an old shopping cart,
We ain't tin men, got heart!
Like my nigga and my nigga troy,
Strong, real brothers balls get 9-1-1 calls.
When shit the fan, there I stand with my blunt and my glock in my hand,
the plan?
We bum rushin' all and devils no matter their color,
We're the next of rebels.
Hard-headed, undisciplined and ruthless, you'll up toothless,
The wanted, blunted...

on door, phone ringing]
(damn, man, who the fuck was that, man? 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 when you see the dot,
And hear the glock pop, you'll like rain in mad pain,
When a 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 your right or fucked like bertha.
It's silly, comes the sequel:
You can get drunk as a skunk, but illegal.
I'm forever blunted anyway, I don't give a fuck what sam say,
Okay, parlay.
Ease on down the 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.
up a nigga's fun is always illin',
Step the off, flat foot, we chillin'.
You don't live here anyway, your ass back to scarsdale,
Before I hit you this garbage pail.
Mad stress...thank God for the buddha bless, now off my chest.
Until tomorrow, it'll again, I'll still be hunted, I'll still be wanted,
So I'm fo blunted...