Luyện nghe bài hát Fo 'eva Blunted

There's death in the air, my are bloodshot red.
I'm forever blunted so I care.
to my nappy black hair, it's 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',
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, with my niggas, c-notes,
Guzzlin' 40s in brown paper bags; loadin' up mags, 5-0 patrols,
I'm still blunted, still hunted, still 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', a nigga want 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 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 matter color,
We're the next of rebels.
Hard-headed, undisciplined and ruthless, you'll 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, fuckin' kid is cryin. I'm stressed, man, damn! I a blunt
Now!)

Check the flav, misbehave.
On my block, you'll get shot you see the infrared dot,
And the glock pop, you'll drop like rain in mad pain,
When a nigga got nothin' to lose, a goes insane.
Mad on the ave scramblin', some gamblin',
As I see it, beats panhandlin':
A quarter here, a there, see I told you that's why we murder,
Ya either for your right or you're 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 what uncle sam say,
Okay, parlay.
on down 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, here 5-0 again,
You the monkey wrench.
Fuckin' up a nigga's fun is illin',
Step the off, flat foot, we chillin'.
You don't live here anyway, take ass back to scarsdale,
Before I hit you with this pail.
Mad stress...thank God for the buddha bless, now off my chest.
Until tomorrow, it'll happen again, still be hunted, I'll still be wanted,
So I'm fo blunted...