Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Day

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

and this is for the heads and this is for the weedheads
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 want a bag who a bag
you a bag you want a bag
you got a bag so send em out the to the liquor store
get a bag a in a quarter o

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

(chorus)(same as first)

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

(chorus)(same as first)

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

(chorus)(repeat til end)