Luyện nghe bài hát Fo Yo Sorrows

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

For those who life is unfair
'Cause I my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin'
I'll roll 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
shot to a Three movies
But everything's straight 9:15
It's back to the 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 like Chuck into what we weave
Like a lace front wig to the forehead
believe I'll change the steeds

Take the lead, change the
it down just for the sport
Nigga, one of my favorite
Happens to be Too

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

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

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

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

they used to fantasy and that's what they do to dream
Call it fiction addiction the truth is a heavy thing
'Member when the levee scream, made the folks
Yeah, I'm still speakin' about it New Orleans ain't clean

When we 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 with the ink my pen bleeds
B-I-G-B-O-I, nigga,

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 as I sit back
Smiling ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriend's
Yes, she'll blow one tonight fo yo

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

On the burner
You can simmer 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

This is dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
It's the shit, blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak
them toke of it's, the bomb
Bombardin' the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to

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