Luyện nghe bài hát For the Oners

Who gets high in bitch is you really on
its some that you smokin what you really on
Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a of patron and i aint even ate
say fab when you started smokin
get out my business i was born and raised 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 fine
My og homie he just broke down a line (he's with his nose)
So what grow up nigga
thats grown man shit you still up on yo liquor
I encouraging yall to be stoners
but this song right here is for the
a nigga choke him out like 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 drunk and blunted
got blunt got weed if you got it 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 jungle in the belly of the beast
only g call man i 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 where the thugs be
crush up a pill right in my
speakers bumpin cant my phone
if asks 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 store and i 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 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 on the drop off
your girl in the room givin shes a jump off
gorrila in the trunk gettin drunk cause im
everybody know me got pure uncut coke
all the hoes choosin im if the dough short
im so on i get gone on a short note
waitin on a g5 pullin on a short
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 damn
motha fucker im from cali we the down plugg
look everybody crazy out here but they us love
everybody on in the bay but they watsup
ask em who the niggas is everybody its us
its on like shit aint a mothafucka i trust
they aint talkin millions mothafuckas give it up

like my chain and my shit i stay on
well that's what you respect my big homie b strong
shit been poppin since the hour
seein 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 like i in the game
paint drippin wet like its in the rain
yeah i do the damn thang but i don't do
but ima put it in my life no where im at
if im ridin in my or im ridin in my lac
ima to the trap 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 down in san da
we aint holdin on to shit we everything go