Luyện nghe bài hát Fo Yo Sorrows

This is that
Smoke but don't on
the shit, clearly blunt junkies
Have been to croak
them toke of it's the bomb

For those who life is unfair
I blow my smoke 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 fo yo sorrows

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

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

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

Now everybody wanna 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 eighty fo', eighty fo'

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

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

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

'Cause they to fantasy and that's what they do to dream
Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a thing
'Member when the levee scream, 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 that is we mean
I mean, it the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we reign supreme
Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen
B-I-G-B-O-I, nigga,

For who think life is unfair
'Cause I my smoke 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 girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll one tonight fo yo sorrows

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

On the burner
You can just around
But on the front
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 them toke of it's, the
Bombardin' the brain, the bong infinitely plays the to come

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