Luyện nghe bài hát For the Oners

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

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

my Thizz face on and im zonin both of em kicked in 2 in the
stoned in the mud give me or the remmy
i hit the liquor store and i don't spend a
get it they hear me if you near me gather round
im up now and i aint layin and i aint playin around
cause im super smacked up double tuck if a act up
shimmy yo shimmy yah shimmy yay
round to a pot some wizzle come to day
ima sleep all day all you in the way
see me where do it at rozz twizzle mayne

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

my chain and my watch shit i stay on
well that's you respect nigga my big homie b strong
southeast shit been since the hour
stars in the sky like its 4th of july
Been up all night i aint been to yet
couple ounces and a layin next to the tek
face drippin sweat like i played in the
paint wet like its playin in the rain
yeah i do the damn thang but i do that
but ima put it in my no matter where im at
if im in my benz or im ridin in my lac
ima to the trap just to get another sack
man i dont know what i mo, weed or money
keep it on deck if ya it from me
we got it fo the low in san da code
we aint on to shit we lettin everything go