Luyện nghe bài hát Fo Yo Sorrows

This is that
but don't choke on
It's the shit, clearly blunt
Have been to croak
Unless them toke of it's the

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

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

Daddy Fat Sacks back on the
Money to a Three movies
But everything's like 9:15
It's back to the machine, I believe

Back to the rhymin', 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 Chuck into what we weave
Like a lace front wig to the forehead
Best believe change the steeds

Take the lead, the speed
Slow it just 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 eighty fo', fo'

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

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

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

'Cause they used to fantasy and that's what 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' about it 'cause New ain't clean

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

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

In my chair as I sit
Smiling ear to ear
With a of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll one tonight fo yo sorrows

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

On the back
You can just around
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 that dope-on-dope, but don't choke on
It's the shit, clearly junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak
Unless them of it's, the bomb
Bombardin' the brain, the infinitely plays the place to come

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