Luyện nghe bài hát For the Oners

Who gets high in bitch is you really on
its some grapes that you smokin you really on
Im on a eighth a ounce of grapes a shot of patron and i aint even ate
They say fab you started smokin
get out my business i was born and raised in Oakland
My from the north kept me on to
If you the north and you was smokin you was on too
im feeling great im feelin
My og homie he just broke down a line (he's with his nose)
So what up little nigga
thats grown man you still throw up on yo liquor
I aint yall to be stoners
but this right 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 up lines til my brain fry
we blow doin it hundred always drunk and always blunted
got blunt got weed if you got it it up
puff puff puff on that sticky green stuff
i don't do it for the suckas but i do it for the
in the concrete in the belly of the beast
g call man i live by the mall
man haters 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
speakers bumpin cant my phone
if asks 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 they hear me if you near me gather round
im up now and i aint layin down and i aint around
cause im super smacked up double tuck if a act up
shimmy shimmy yo shimmy yah yay
round to a pot thats wizzle come to day
ima sleep all day all you in the way
see me where they do it at twizzle mayne

Sittin in the trap waitin on the drop off
your girl in the room head shes a jump off
gorrila in the trunk gettin cause im cutthroat
everybody know me got that uncut coke
all the hoes choosin im refusin if the short
im so on i get gone on a short note
waitin on a g5 on a short port
but i gotta QP in my louis coat
in the club but i won't sell a damn
but the mother mob keep it lit we so damn thug
look motha fucker im cali we the down plugg
look everybody crazy out here but they us love
everybody on in the bay but they know
ask em who the is everybody know its us
its on like shit aint a i could trust
they aint talkin millions mothafuckas give it up

like my and my watch shit i stay on
well that's what you respect my big homie b strong
shit been poppin since the hour
seein stars in the sky its 4th of july
up all night i aint been to sleep yet
couple ounces and a bong next to the tek
face drippin sweat i played in the game
paint drippin wet like its 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 benz or im in my lac
ima ride to the trap just to get another
man i dont know what i burn mo, or money
keep it on deck if ya it from me
we got it fo the low in san da code
we aint holdin on to we lettin everything go