Luyện nghe bài hát Fo 'eva Blunted

There's death in the air, my are bloodshot red.
I'm blunted so I don't care.
Word to my black hair, it's the year of the leader,
A follower's a dummy, he'll die alone with no fuckin'
All alone in his 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 are you? ) 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 gets wicked, I kick it.
On the ave, my niggas, passin' c-notes,
40s wrapped 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 with that bullshit stick in his grip tight,
I ain't in the tonight.
Forever stressin', make a want to pull his smith-n-wesson...
(redrum!) no question.
That shit be makin' your screws loose and like an old 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, there I with my blunt and my glock in my hand,
the plan?
We bum rushin' all snakes and devils no matter color,
the next generation of rebels.
Hard-headed, and ruthless, you'll wind up toothless,
The wanted, blunted...

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

the flav, don't misbehave.
On my block, you'll get 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 here, a quarter there, see I told you that's why we murder,
Ya fight for your right or you're fucked like bertha.
It's silly, here the sequel:
You can get drunk as a skunk, but illegal.
I'm forever anyway, I don't give a fuck what uncle sam say,
Okay, parlay.
Ease on 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 know the wrench.
up a nigga's fun is always illin',
Step the fuck off, foot, we chillin'.
You don't live here anyway, take your ass to scarsdale,
Before I hit you with garbage pail.
Mad stress...thank God for the buddha bless, now off my chest.
Until tomorrow, it'll happen again, I'll still be hunted, I'll be wanted,
So I'm fo blunted...