Luyện nghe bài hát Fo Yo Sorrows

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

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

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

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

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

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

Take the lead, change the
Slow it down for the sport
Nigga, one of my rappers
to be Too Short

Now everybody wanna sell dope, sell
Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes,
Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks
On a roll, in nineteen eighty fo', eighty fo'

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

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

Kill yourself like Sean Kingston, 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 readin' magazines?

'Cause they used to fantasy and that's what they do to
Call it fiction addiction the truth is a heavy thing
'Member when the scream, made the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, I'm still about it 'cause New Orleans ain't 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 supreme
Can slaughter entire teams the ink that my pen bleeds
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 roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows

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

Don't no girlfriends
need my dope
I just need my
One on the world when
I'm in my smoke
I'm in my smoke

On the burner
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 known to
Unless them 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
Pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a
'Cause is the dope-on-dope, some good shit
Yeah, back and puff slow