Luyện nghe bài hát For the Oners

Who high in this bitch is you really on
its grapes that you smokin what you really on
Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a shot of and i aint even ate
They say fab when you smokin
get out my business cousin i was born and raised in
My daddy's the north kept me on to
If you the north and you was smokin you was on too
im great im feelin fine
My og homie he just broke down a (he's playin with his nose)
So grow up little nigga
thats man shit you still throw up on yo liquor
I encouraging yall to be stoners
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 pill and i got high up lines til my brain fry
we some doin it hundred always drunk and always blunted
got blunt got if you got it blaze it up
gotta puff puff on that sticky green 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 live by the
man haters gonna hate they doin they job
over dose the boy don't learn a Newport dip it in sherm
posted all day right here where the be
crush up a right in my hennesy
speakers cant hear 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 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
cause im super smacked up double 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 where they do it at twizzle mayne

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

like my chain and my watch i stay on
well what you respect nigga my big homie b strong
southeast been poppin since the hour
stars in the sky like its 4th of july
Been up all night i aint to sleep yet
couple and a bong layin next to the tek
face drippin sweat i played in the game
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 life no where im at
if im ridin in my or im ridin in my lac
ima ride to the just to get another sack
man i dont know what i burn mo, weed or
keep it on deck if ya need it me
we got it fo the low in san da code
we aint on to shit we lettin everything go