Luyện nghe bài hát Fo Yo Sorrows

This is dope-on-dope
Smoke but don't on
It's the shit, clearly junkies
Have known to croak
them toke of it's the bomb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For who think life is unfair
'Cause I my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin'
Then roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows

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

Kill yourself like Kingston, suicidal for a title
My recitals are vital and 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
Call it fiction addiction the truth is a heavy thing
'Member when the levee scream, made the folks
Yeah, I'm still speakin' it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean

we shout Dirty 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 with the ink that my pen bleeds
B-I-G-B-O-I, nigga,

For those who think life is
'Cause I 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 your hair
Yes, she'll one tonight fo yo sorrows

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

On the burner
You can simmer around
But on the burner
You burn, a fat one
Roll it up, fire that 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, clearly blunt junkies have known to croak-oak-oak
Unless toke of it's, the bomb
Bombardin' the brain, the bong infinitely plays the to come

Came and went, hind bells spent,
Take another and puff 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, some good
Yeah, lean and puff slow