Luyện nghe bài hát For the Oners

Who gets high in this is you really on
its grapes that you smokin what you really on
Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of a shot of patron and i aint even ate
They say fab when you smokin
get out my business cousin i was born and in Oakland
My from the north kept me on to
If you from the and you was smokin you was on too
im feeling im feelin fine
My og homie he just broke down a line (he's with his nose)
So grow up little nigga
thats grown man shit you still up on yo liquor
I aint encouraging yall to be
but song right here is for the oners
a nigga hate him out like homer
drama you dont want it my put that on her

Popped a and i got high snort up lines til my brain fry
we blow some doin it hundred always and always blunted
got blunt got weed if you got it it up
gotta puff puff puff on that green stuff
i do it for the suckas but i do it for the streets
in the concrete in the belly of the beast
only g call man i by the mall
man gonna hate cause they doin they job
over dose the boy don't learn take a dip it in sherm
posted all day here where the thugs be
crush up a right in my hennesy
bumpin cant hear my phone
if anybody tell em turf on

my face on and im zonin both of em kicked in 2 in the mornin
in the mud give me henny or the remmy
i hit the store and i don't spend a penny
get it inme they me if you near me gather round
im up now and i aint layin down and i playin around
im super smacked up double tuck if a nigga act up
shimmy yo shimmy yah shimmy yay
round to a pot thats wizzle come to day
ima all day all you suckas in the way
see me they do it at rozz twizzle mayne

Sittin in the trap house on the drop off
your girl in the room givin head shes a off
gorrila in the gettin drunk cause im cutthroat
everybody know me got pure uncut coke
all the choosin im refusin if the dough short
bitch im so on i get on a short note
waitin on a g5 pullin on a port
but i gotta QP chillin in my louis
sparkin in the club but i won't sell a
but the mother fuckin mob keep it lit we so damn
look motha fucker im from cali we the plugg
everybody crazy out here but they show us love
everybody on in the bay but they know
ask em who the niggas is know its us
its on like shit a mothafucka i could trust
they aint talkin millions mothafuckas better it up

like my chain and my watch shit i on
well what you respect nigga my big homie b strong
southeast shit been poppin the hour
stars in the sky like its 4th of july
Been up all night i aint to sleep yet
ounces and a bong layin next to the tek
face drippin sweat like i in the game
drippin wet like its playin in the rain
yeah i do the damn but i don't do that
but ima put it in my life no matter im at
if im ridin in my or im ridin in my lac
ima ride to the trap just to get another
man i dont know what i burn mo, weed or
keep it on deck if ya it from me
we got it fo the low in san da code
we aint holdin on to shit we lettin go