Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Day

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

and this is for the heads and this is for the weedheads
get a bag of dope in a o
(repeat2x)

(chorus)(repeat2x)
(second and fourth time at end in "wanna get high get high")
so who a bag who want 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)
homies legalize reefer leaves and nines
some of say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for my people
and I know that weed will even out your debt
love everything green well thats what ma sister God said
gonna get ya up wanna get ya fucked up
when you take one hit then I make you hush up shut the fuck up
No stems no, indo and chronic hydro and skunk and I can think of some
ohh yeah time to smoke said so I know high day around on Friday
toke the bowl breath deep boy yes then we
as the reefer help me see more
wouldn't it it be heaven sent
we have one hell of a superstar bowl every first of the month
and your humbily invited were humbly united
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 smokin the buddha (buddha)
they nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb shit
fat enough that it will make me ya sooth ya
reefer creeper seepin in my seepin in my shiva heave her (nigga)
you better believe us even when we lonely weed leave us
not like these fake niggas that us
all day the weed man dizzy we be better it seedless
aint easy put it on eazy but we still breathin
takin a hit of the sendin me straight to heaven
with my breezy
that herbal
and ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna spend your scrilla
and givin the weed to the killas niggas forget why they (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 realers and (???)

(chorus)(same as first)

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

(chorus)(repeat til end)