Luyện nghe bài hát Fo Yo Sorrows

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

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

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

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

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 what we weave
Like a lace front wig stuck to the
Best believe I'll the steeds

Take the lead, change the
Slow it down 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 fo', eighty fo'

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

Just to let you know that everything is
I say stank you very much 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 like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title
My recitals are and maybe needed for survival
Like the Bible or any other good book you read
Why are 75% of our youth readin'

'Cause they to fantasy and that's what they do to dream
Call it fiction addiction the truth is a heavy thing
'Member when the levee scream, made the evacua-ezz
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 the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we reign supreme
Can slaughter entire with the ink that my pen bleeds
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'
I'll roll 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

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

On the back
You can just around
But on the front
You burn, a fat one
Roll it up, fire that 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, clearly blunt have been known to croak-oak-oak
Unless them of it's, the bomb
Bombardin' the brain, the bong infinitely the place to come

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