Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Day

(lighter in the background)
now this is what im about baby(inhaling)

and this is for the weed heads and this is for the
get a bag of in a quarter o
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(chorus)(repeat2x)
(second and fourth time at end in "wanna get high get high")
so who a bag who want a bag
you want a bag you a bag
you got a bag so send em out the door to the liquor
get a bag a in a quarter o

(first verse)
alright homies legalize leaves and nines
some of them say we evil a sumthin sumthin for my people
and I know that weed will even out your debt
love everything green well thats what ma said God said
gonna get ya fucked up wanna get ya up
when you take one hit then I make you up nigga shut the fuck up
No stems no, indo and chronic hydro and skunk and I can think of more
ohh yeah time to smoke said so I know high day come around on
toke the breath deep boy yes then we pray
as the reefer help me see more
it couldn't it be heaven sent
we have one hell of a superstar bowl every first Friday of the
and your humbily invited truly humbly united
enemies and all of y'all hate on when i get my on
I'm so

(chorus)(same as first)

(second verse)
on new year the potent buddha (buddha)
they aint like that buddha lovin bomb shit
fat that it will make me move ya sooth ya
reefer creeper seepin in my seepin in my shiva heave her (nigga)
you better us even when we lonely weed wont leave us
not like these fake niggas decieve us
all day the weed man we be better make it seedless
aint easy put it on eazy but we still breathin
takin a hit of the reefer me straight to heaven
with my breezy
that healin
and dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna spend your
and givin the weed to the killas forget why they killin (hell ya)
I heard they heard they heard they out here fuckin wit
nigga those will make you ill so get off the ecstasy
so to the mysterious and (???)

(chorus)(same as first)

(verse three)
thug that talkin we love that love that that
dont legalize 'cause they we can
gettin high to get by
all the suicides and homicides
and genocides drivebys walkbys gonna
and chalk lines in the towns in the hood and it would rain
and it aint all were it all and it aint all and it aint all good
I at eleven stealin weed from coppers
and even though you beat us I gotta you for the reefer
neva with white girls but I roll those white boys
niggas come out the pen and roll some tight joints tight joints
my is swollen you shouldnt be rollin
livin on green leaves will make your heart bleed
just go and let me split up the and be silent and sober
no jokin the neighbors door is open you want to come over
we smokin tokin and now we chokin and then we chokin chokin chokin
chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so

(chorus)(repeat til end)