Luyện nghe bài hát For the Oners

Who gets high in this bitch is you on
its some grapes that you smokin 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 cousin i was born and 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 a line (he's playin with his nose)
So grow up little nigga
grown man shit you still throw up on yo liquor
I encouraging yall to be stoners
but this song here is for the oners
a nigga hate choke him out homer
drama you dont want it my put that on her

a pill and i got high snort up lines til my brain fry
we blow some doin it hundred always and always blunted
got got weed if you got it blaze 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 jungle in the of the beast
only g call man i by the mall
man haters hate cause they doin they job
over dose the boy learn take a Newport dip it in sherm
all day right here where the thugs be
crush up a right in my hennesy
speakers bumpin cant hear my
if asks tell em turf on

my Thizz face on and im zonin of em kicked in 2 in the mornin
stoned in the mud give me henny or the
i hit the liquor store and i don't spend a
get it inme hear me if you near me gather round
im up now and i aint layin and i aint playin around
im super smacked up double tuck if a nigga act up
shimmy shimmy yo shimmy yah 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 rozz mayne

Sittin in the trap house on the drop off
girl in the room 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 on a short note
waitin on a g5 on a short port
but i QP chillin in my louis 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 cali we the down
look crazy out here but they show us love
everybody on in the bay but know watsup
ask em who the niggas is know its us
its on like shit a mothafucka i could trust
aint talkin millions mothafuckas better give it up

like my 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 to sleep yet
couple and a bong layin next to the tek
face drippin like i played in the game
paint drippin wet its playin 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 in my benz or im ridin in my lac
ima ride to the trap just to get another
man i dont know what i burn mo, weed or
keep it on if ya need it from me
we got it fo the low in san da code
we aint holdin on to we lettin everything go