Luyện nghe bài hát Fo 'eva Blunted

There's death in the air, my eyes are red.
I'm forever so I don't care.
Word to my nappy 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 like a fungus to gs in the hundreds,
As the tongue gets wicked, I 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, hunted, still don't know what the fuck he wanted.
out the blue-and-white with that bullshit stick in his grip tight,
I ain't in the tonight.
stressin', make a nigga want 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 noble and my nigga troy,
Strong, real with balls get 9-1-1 calls.
When shit hits the fan, I stand with my blunt and my glock in my hand,
the plan?
We bum rushin' all snakes and devils no their color,
the next generation of rebels.
Hard-headed, undisciplined and ruthless, you'll up toothless,
The wanted, blunted...

[banging on door, phone
(damn, man, who the was that, man? niggas 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 when you see the infrared dot,
And hear the glock pop, you'll drop like in mad pain,
a nigga got nothin' to lose, a nigga goes insane.
Mad heads on the ave scramblin', gamblin',
As I see it, shit panhandlin':
A here, a quarter there, see I told you that's why we murder,
Ya either fight for your or you're fucked like bertha.
It's silly, here the sequel:
You can get as a skunk, but weed's illegal.
I'm forever blunted anyway, I give a fuck what uncle sam say,
Okay, parlay.
Ease on down the project and make some noise,
Wake up the pumpin' beats, it's all good.
a blizz-nut, lamp on the project bench, here comes 5-0 again,
You know the wrench.
Fuckin' up a fun is always illin',
Step the off, flat foot, we chillin'.
You don't live here anyway, take ass back to scarsdale,
Before I hit you with garbage pail.
Mad stress...thank God for the bless, now it's off my chest.
Until tomorrow, it'll happen again, I'll be hunted, I'll still be wanted,
So I'm fo blunted...