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 the bomb

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

Daddy Fat Sacks on the scene
Money shot to a 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,

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

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

Now everybody wanna sell dope, sell
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 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 roll one tonight, fo yo

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

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

'Cause they to fantasy and that's what they do to dream
it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing
'Member when the scream, made the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, I'm still speakin' about it 'cause New Orleans clean

When we Dirty South, I don't think that is what 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
I blow 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
from ear to ear
With a fistful of your girlfriend's
Yes, she'll blow one tonight fo yo

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

On the burner
You can simmer around
But on the burner
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 junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak
them toke of it's, the bomb
Bombardin' the brain, the bong infinitely plays the to come

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