Luyện nghe bài hát Fo Yo Sorrows

This is dope-on-dope
Smoke but don't on
It's the shit, clearly junkies
Have been known to
them toke of it's the bomb

For those who life is unfair
'Cause I my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin'
Then roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows

In my chair as I sit
from ear to ear
With a of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll one tonight fo yo sorrows

Fat Sacks back on the scene
Money shot to a movies
But everything's straight like
It's back to the time machine, I

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

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

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

Now everybody sell 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 nineteen fo', eighty fo'

For those who 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 we appreciate the hate
Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin' with a
Put it your mouth and squeeze it your morning toothpaste

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

'Cause they used to and that's what they do to dream
Call it fiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing
'Member when the levee scream, the folks evacua-ezz
Yeah, I'm speakin' about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean

When we shout Dirty South, I 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 is unfair
'Cause I my smoke 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 hair
Yes, she'll blow one fo yo sorrows

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

On the burner
You can just 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

This is that dope-on-dope, but don't choke on
It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to
Unless toke of it's, the bomb
Bombardin' the brain, the bong plays the place to come

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