Luyện nghe bài hát For the Oners

Who gets high in this bitch is you on
its some grapes that you smokin what you on
Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a shot of patron and i aint ate
They say fab when you started
get out my business cousin i was born and in Oakland
My daddy's from the north me on to
If you from the and you was smokin you was on too
im feeling im feelin fine
My og he just broke down a line (he's playin with his nose)
So grow up little nigga
thats grown man shit you still up on yo liquor
I aint yall to be stoners
but this right here is for the oners
a hate choke him out like homer
drama you want 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 weed if you got it it up
puff 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 of the beast
only g call man i live by the
man gonna hate cause they doin they job
over dose the boy don't take a Newport dip it in sherm
all day right here where the thugs be
crush up a pill in my hennesy
speakers bumpin cant hear my
if anybody tell em turf on

my Thizz face on and im both of em kicked in 2 in the mornin
stoned in the mud me henny or the remmy
i hit the liquor and i don't spend a penny
get it inme they hear me if you me gather round
im up now and i aint layin down and i 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 do it at rozz twizzle mayne

in the trap house waitin on the drop off
your girl in the room givin head shes a 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 on a short port
but i gotta QP chillin in my coat
sparkin in the club but i won't sell a
but the mother fuckin mob keep it lit we so thug
look motha fucker im from cali we the down
look everybody crazy out here but they show us
on in the bay but they know watsup
ask em who the niggas is know its us
its on like shit a mothafucka i could trust
they talkin millions mothafuckas better give it up

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