Luyện nghe bài hát Fo Yo Sorrows

This is that
Smoke but don't on
It's the shit, clearly junkies
Have known to croak
Unless them toke of it's the

For those who 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 chair as I sit
Smiling ear to ear
With a of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll blow one tonight fo yo

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

to the rhymin', back to the stick
Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk
Slap, y'all better think that was it
We everywhere,

the air you breathe
Got 'em stuck Chuck into what we weave
a lace front wig stuck to the forehead
Best I'll 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 hoes, nope
Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the
On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo', fo'

For those who life 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 everything is
I say you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate
Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin' a great
Put it your mouth and squeeze it like morning toothpaste

Kill like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title
My recitals are vital and needed for survival
Like the Bible or any 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 'cause the truth is a heavy thing
'Member the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, I'm still about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean

When we shout 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 think 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
With a of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll one tonight fo yo sorrows

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

On the back
You can simmer around
But on the front
You burn, a fat one
Roll it up, 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 have been to croak-oak-oak
Unless toke of it's, the bomb
Bombardin' the brain, the bong infinitely the place to come

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