Luyện nghe bài hát For the Oners

Who gets in this bitch 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 cousin i was born and raised in
My daddy's from the north me on to
If you the north and you was smokin you was on too
im feeling great im fine
My og homie he just broke down a line (he's playin his nose)
So what grow up nigga
thats grown man shit you throw up on yo liquor
I encouraging yall to be stoners
but this song right is for the oners
a nigga hate choke him out 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 drunk and always
got blunt got if you got it blaze it up
gotta puff puff puff on sticky 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 man i live by the mall
man haters gonna hate cause doin they job
over dose the boy don't take a Newport dip it in sherm
posted all day right here where the be
up a pill 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 in 2 in the mornin
stoned in the mud 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 and i aint playin around
cause im super up double tuck if a nigga act up
shimmy yo shimmy yah shimmy yay
round to a pot thats some come to day
ima sleep all day all you in the way
see me where they do it at rozz twizzle

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 pure uncut
all the hoes choosin im if the dough short
bitch im so on i get gone on a note
waitin on a g5 on a short port
but i QP chillin in my louis coat
sparkin in the club but i won't a damn
but the mother fuckin mob keep it lit we so thug
look motha fucker im cali we the down plugg
look everybody out here but they show us love
everybody on in the bay but they know
ask em who the niggas is everybody its us
its on like aint a mothafucka i could trust
they aint talkin millions mothafuckas give it up

my chain and my watch shit i stay on
well that's you respect nigga my big homie b strong
southeast been poppin since the hour
seein stars in the sky like its 4th of
Been up all i aint been to sleep yet
ounces and a bong layin next to the tek
face drippin sweat like i played in the
paint drippin wet like its in the rain
i do the damn thang 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 i burn mo, weed or money
keep it on if ya need it from me
we got it fo the low down in san da
we aint holdin on to shit we lettin go