Luyện nghe bài hát Fo Yo Sorrows

This is dope-on-dope
but don't choke on
It's the shit, clearly junkies
been known to croak
Unless them of it's the bomb

For those who think life is
I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin'
Then I'll one tonight, fo yo sorrows

In my as I sit back
Smiling ear to ear
With a fistful of girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll blow one tonight fo yo

Daddy Fat Sacks on the scene
shot to a Three movies
But everything's straight 9:15
It's to the time machine, I believe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we
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 life is
I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin'
Then I'll roll one tonight, fo yo

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

want no girlfriends
Just need my
I just need my
One foot on the world
I'm in my smoke
I'm behind in my

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

is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak
Unless them of it's, the bomb
Bombardin' the brain, the infinitely plays the place to come

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