Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Day

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

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

(chorus)(repeat2x)
(second and time at end in background "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 em out the door to the liquor store
get a bag a dope in a o

(first verse)
homies legalize reefer leaves and nines
some of them say we evil a little 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 hush up shut the fuck up
No stems no, indo and hydro and skunk and I can think of some more
ohh yeah to smoke said so I know high day come around on Friday
toke the bowl breath deep boy yes we pray
as the help me see more everyday
wouldn't it it be heaven sent
we have one hell of a superstar bowl every first Friday of the
and humbily invited were truly humbly united
enemies and all of y'all on when i get my fade on
I'm so

(chorus)(same as first)

(second verse)
on new smokin the potent buddha (buddha)
they aint nuthin that buddha lovin bomb shit
fat enough that it will make me ya sooth ya
reefer creeper in my sneakers seepin in my shiva heave her (nigga)
you better believe us even when we lonely weed leave us
not like these niggas that decieve us
all day the weed man we be better make it seedless
life aint easy put it on eazy but we breathin
takin a hit of the sendin me straight to heaven
with my breezy
that healin
and dont ya wanna feel that feelin and 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 chemicals 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 'cause know we can
high just to get by
through all the and homicides
and genocides drivebys walkbys gonna
and lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood 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 you beat us I gotta thank you for the reefer
neva mess white girls but I roll those white boys
niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight joints tight
my shit is swollen you be rollin
livin on green leaves that will make your bleed
just go and let me split up the weed and be and sober
no jokin when the neighbors is open you want to come over
we smokin tokin and now we tokin and then we chokin chokin chokin
chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so

(chorus)(repeat til end)