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 follower's a dummy, he'll die alone with no money;
All alone in his lookin' out the window, while the wind blow,
nintendo.
Jackin' off, like that's 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 skills have grown 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, hunted, still don't know what the fuck he wanted.
Jumped out the blue-and-white that bullshit stick in his grip tight,
I in the mood tonight.
Forever stressin', make a nigga to pull his smith-n-wesson...
(redrum!) no question.
That shit be makin' screws loose and like an old shopping cart,
We tin men, niggas got heart!
my nigga noble and my nigga troy,
Strong, real brothers with get 9-1-1 calls.
When shit hits the fan, there I stand my blunt and my glock in my hand,
the plan?
We bum rushin' all snakes and devils no matter color,
We're the next of rebels.
Hard-headed, and ruthless, you'll wind up toothless,
The wanted, blunted...

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

the flav, don't misbehave.
On my block, get shot when you see the infrared dot,
And hear the glock pop, you'll drop 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 quarter there, see I you that's why we murder,
Ya either fight for your right or you're like bertha.
It's silly, comes the sequel:
You can get as a skunk, but weed's illegal.
I'm blunted anyway, I don't give a fuck what uncle sam say,
Okay, parlay.
Ease on the project block and make some noise,
up the neighborhood pumpin' beats, it's all good.
Spark a blizz-nut, on the project bench, here 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,
I hit you with this garbage pail.
Mad stress...thank God for the bless, now it's off my chest.
Until tomorrow, happen again, I'll still be hunted, I'll still be wanted,
So I'm fo blunted...