Luyện nghe bài hát For the Oners

Who gets high in this is you really on
its some grapes that you smokin 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 started
get out my business i was born and raised in Oakland
My daddy's from the north me on to
If you from the north and you was you was on too
im feeling great im fine
My og homie he just broke a line (he's playin with his nose)
So what grow up little
thats man shit you still throw up on yo liquor
I aint encouraging to be stoners
but this song here is for the oners
a nigga hate choke him out like
drama you want it my mama put that on her

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

my Thizz face on and im zonin both of em kicked in 2 in the
in the mud give me henny or the remmy
i hit the liquor store and i don't a penny
get it they hear 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 shimmy yo shimmy yah yay
to a pot thats some 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 house waitin on the drop off
your in the room givin head shes a jump off
gorrila in the trunk gettin drunk cause im
everybody know me got that pure coke
all the hoes choosin im 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
in the club but i won't sell a damn
but the mother fuckin mob it lit we so damn thug
motha fucker im from cali we the down plugg
look everybody crazy out but they show us love
on in the bay but they know watsup
ask em who the niggas is know its us
its on like shit a mothafucka i could trust
they aint talkin millions mothafuckas give it up

like my chain and my watch shit i on
that's what you respect nigga my big homie b strong
southeast shit been poppin since the
seein stars in the sky like its 4th of
Been up all night i aint to sleep yet
ounces and a bong layin next to the tek
face drippin sweat like i played in the
paint wet like its playin in the rain
i do the damn thang but i don't 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 ride to the trap just to get sack
man i dont know what i mo, weed or money
it on deck if ya need it from me
we got it fo the low in san da code
we holdin on to shit we lettin everything go