Luyện nghe bài hát Fo Yo Sorrows

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

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

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

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

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

the air you breathe
Got 'em stuck like Chuck what we weave
Like a front wig stuck to the forehead
Best believe I'll the steeds

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

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

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

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

Kill yourself like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a
My recitals are vital and maybe needed for
Like the Bible or any other good book 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
'Member when the levee scream, the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, I'm still speakin' it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean

When we Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean
I mean, it mean the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we supreme
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 as I sit back
from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriend's
Yes, she'll blow one fo yo sorrows

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

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

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

Came and went, bells spent, bent
Take another and puff and choke and toke
sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and
Pack a pipe, a blunt roll, light a joint
this is the dope-on-dope, some good shit
Yeah, back and puff slow