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 toke of the bomb

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

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

Daddy Fat back on the scene
Money shot to a movies
But everything's straight like
back 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,

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

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

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

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

Kill yourself like Sean Kingston, for a title
My recitals are vital and needed for survival
Like the or any other good 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 'cause the is a heavy thing
'Member when the levee scream, made the folks
Yeah, I'm still speakin' about it 'cause New Orleans 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 teams with the ink that 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 standin'
I'll roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows

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

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

On the burner
You can simmer around
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

This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but choke on
It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies been 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 huff and puff and choke and
Icky sticky and stuff a bowl and
Pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a
this is the dope-on-dope, some good shit
Yeah, lean and puff slow