Luyện nghe bài hát Fo Yo Sorrows

This is dope-on-dope
but don't choke on
It's the shit, blunt junkies
Have been known to
Unless toke of it's the bomb

For those who think is unfair
'Cause I blow my in the air
As if no one is there
Then I'll roll one tonight, fo yo

In my chair as I sit
from ear to ear
With a fistful of girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll blow one fo yo sorrows

Daddy Fat Sacks on the scene
Money shot to a Three
But everything's straight like
It's back to the machine, I believe

to the rhymin', back to the stick
Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk
Slap, y'all better think that was it
We everywhere,

Like the air you
Got 'em stuck like Chuck into we weave
a lace front wig stuck to the forehead
Best believe change the steeds

Take the lead, the speed
Slow it just for the sport
Nigga, one of my rappers
to be Too Short

Now everybody wanna sell dope, dope
Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes,
Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the
On a roll, back in eighty fo', eighty fo'

For those who think life is
'Cause I my smoke in the air
As if no one is there
I'll roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows

Just to let you know everything is straight
I say stank you very much we appreciate the hate
Now go get a handgun, you fuckin' with a great
Put it your mouth and squeeze it like morning toothpaste

Kill yourself like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a
My are vital and maybe needed for survival
Like the Bible or any other book that you read
Why are 75% of our youth readin'

'Cause they used to fantasy and what they do to dream
it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing
'Member when the scream, made the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, I'm still speakin' it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean

When we shout South, I don't think that is what we mean
I mean, it mean the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we reign
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen
B-I-G-B-O-I, nigga,

For those who think is unfair
'Cause I blow my in the air
As if no one is there
Then roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows

In my chair as I sit
Smiling ear to ear
a fistful of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, blow one tonight fo yo sorrows

Don't no girlfriends
Just my dope
I need my dope
One foot on the when
I'm in my smoke
I'm in my smoke

On the burner
You can just simmer
But on the front
You burn, a fat one
it up, fire that shit up
A fat one, it up
A fat, fat, fat one

This is that dope-on-dope, but don't choke on
It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to
Unless toke of it's, the bomb
Bombardin' the brain, the bong infinitely plays the to come

and went, hind bells spent, bent
Take another huff and and choke and toke
Icky sticky and stuff a bowl and
Pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, a joint
'Cause this is the dope-on-dope, good shit
Yeah, lean and puff slow