Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Day

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

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

(first verse)
alright homies legalize reefer and nines
some of them say we a little sumthin sumthin for my people
and though I know that will even out your debt
love everything well thats what ma sister said God said
gonna get ya up wanna get ya fucked up
when you take one hit I make you hush up nigga shut the fuck up
No stems no, indo and 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 help me see everyday
wouldn't it it be heaven sent
we have one hell of a superstar bowl every first Friday of the
and your invited were truly humbly united
enemies and all of y'all hate on i get my fade on
I'm so

(chorus)(same as first)

(second verse)
on new year smokin the potent (buddha)
they aint nuthin like that buddha lovin shit
fat enough that it will me move ya sooth ya
reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva her (nigga)
you better believe us even when we lonely weed wont us
not like these fake niggas that us
all day the weed man dizzy we be make it seedless
life 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 ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna spend your scrilla
and givin the weed to the killas niggas why they killin (hell ya)
I heard they heard they heard out here fuckin wit pills
those chemicals 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 that that
dont legalize they know we can
gettin just to get by
all the suicides and homicides
and drivebys walkbys gonna multiply
and chalk lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d and it would rain
and it aint all were it all and it aint all and it aint all good
I started at eleven stealin from coppers
and even though you beat us I gotta thank you for the
neva mess with white girls but I those white boys
niggas out the pen and they roll some tight joints tight joints
my shit is swollen you be rollin
livin on green leaves that will make your bleed
just go and let me up the weed and be silent and sober
no jokin when the neighbors door is open you want to over
we smokin tokin and now we tokin and then we chokin chokin chokin
chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so

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