Luyện nghe bài hát For the Oners

Who gets high in this bitch is you on
its some grapes that you what 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 smokin
get out my business cousin i was born and in Oakland
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 feelin
My og homie he just broke a line (he's playin with his nose)
So what grow up little
thats grown man you still throw up on yo liquor
I aint yall to be stoners
but song right here is for the oners
a nigga hate him out like homer
drama you dont it my mama put that on her

Popped a pill and i got high snort up lines til my fry
we blow some doin it 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 concrete jungle in the belly of the
only g call man i by the mall
man haters hate cause they doin they job
over dose the boy don't learn a Newport dip it in sherm
posted all day right here the thugs be
crush up a pill right in my
bumpin cant hear my phone
if anybody asks em turf on

my Thizz on and im zonin both of em kicked in 2 in the mornin
stoned in the mud give me henny or the
i hit the liquor and i don't spend a penny
get it inme they hear me if you near me gather
im up now and i layin down and i aint playin around
cause im super up double tuck if a nigga act up
shimmy shimmy yo shimmy yah yay
round to a pot thats some wizzle to day
ima all day all you suckas 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
in the trunk gettin drunk cause im cutthroat
everybody me got that pure uncut coke
all the hoes choosin im refusin if the dough
im so on i get gone on a short note
waitin on a g5 pullin on a short
but i gotta QP chillin in my coat
sparkin in the club but i sell a damn
but the fuckin mob keep it lit we so damn thug
look motha fucker im from cali we the plugg
look everybody out here but they show us love
everybody on in the bay but they watsup
ask em who the niggas is know its us
its on like shit aint a mothafucka i trust
they aint talkin mothafuckas better give it up

like my chain and my watch i stay on
well that's what you nigga my big homie b strong
southeast shit poppin since the hour
seein in the sky like its 4th of july
Been up all night i aint to sleep yet
couple ounces and a bong layin to the tek
face drippin like i played in the game
paint wet like its playin 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 in my benz or im ridin in my lac
ima ride to the just to get another sack
man i dont know what i burn mo, or money
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