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.
to my nappy black hair, it's the year of the leader,
A follower's a dummy, he'll die with 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 like a 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, still hunted, still don't know the fuck he wanted.
Jumped out the blue-and-white with that bullshit in his grip tight,
I in the mood tonight.
Forever stressin', make a want to pull his smith-n-wesson...
(redrum!) no question.
That be makin' your screws loose and like an old shopping cart,
We ain't tin men, got heart!
Like my nigga 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 their color,
We're the next of rebels.
Hard-headed, undisciplined and ruthless, you'll up toothless,
The wanted, blunted...

on door, phone ringing]
(damn, man, who the fuck was that, man? 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, get shot when you see the infrared dot,
And the glock pop, you'll drop like rain in mad pain,
When a got nothin' to lose, a nigga goes insane.
Mad heads on the ave scramblin', gamblin',
As I see it, shit panhandlin':
A quarter here, a quarter there, see I you that's why we murder,
Ya either fight for your or you're fucked like bertha.
It's silly, here comes the
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.
Ease on down the project block and some noise,
up the neighborhood pumpin' beats, it's all good.
Spark a blizz-nut, lamp on the project bench, 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, take your ass to scarsdale,
Before I hit you with this pail.
Mad stress...thank God for the buddha bless, now off my chest.
Until tomorrow, happen again, I'll still be hunted, I'll still be wanted,
So I'm fo blunted...