Luyện nghe bài hát Fo Yo Sorrows

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

For those who think life is
'Cause I my smoke 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
With a fistful of girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll one tonight fo yo sorrows

Daddy Fat back on the scene
shot to a Three movies
But everything's like 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, nigga better think that was it
We everywhere,

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

the lead, change 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,
Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks
On a roll, back in eighty fo', eighty fo'

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

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

Kill yourself like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a
My recitals are and maybe needed for survival
Like the Bible or any good book that you read
Why are 75% of our youth magazines?

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

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

For those who 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 fistful of your girlfriend's
Yes, she'll blow one tonight fo yo

Don't want no
Just need my
I just my dope
One foot on the world
I'm in my smoke
I'm in my smoke

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

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