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, it's the of the leader,
A follower's a dummy, die alone with no fuckin' money;
All alone in his crib lookin' out the window, the wind blow,
nintendo.
Jackin' off, like that's not happenin',
are clappin, toes are tappin', niggas is rappin'!
(who the fuck are you? ) yo, I'm the nine. blunted, always hunted,
In my prime.
My skills have grown like a fungus to gs in the hundreds,
As the tongue wicked, I kick it.
On the ave, my niggas, passin' c-notes,
Guzzlin' 40s wrapped in brown bags; loadin' up mags, 5-0 patrols,
I'm still blunted, still hunted, still don't know what the he wanted.
Jumped out the blue-and-white with that 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' your loose and like an old shopping cart,
We tin men, niggas got heart!
Like my nigga and my nigga troy,
Strong, real brothers balls get 9-1-1 calls.
When shit hits the fan, there I stand with my blunt and my in my hand,
What's the
We bum rushin' all snakes and devils no matter color,
We're the next 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? niggas is bangin' on the door,
Game is on, kid is cryin. I'm stressed, man, damn! I need a blunt
Now!)

the flav, don't 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 quarter here, a quarter there, see I told you why we murder,
Ya fight for your right or you're fucked like bertha.
silly, here comes the sequel:
You can get drunk as a skunk, but illegal.
I'm forever blunted anyway, I don't give a fuck uncle sam say,
Okay, parlay.
on down the project block and make some noise,
Wake up the pumpin' beats, it's all good.
Spark a blizz-nut, lamp on the bench, here comes 5-0 again,
You the monkey wrench.
Fuckin' up a fun is always illin',
Step the off, flat foot, we chillin'.
You live here anyway, take your ass back to scarsdale,
Before I hit you this 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...