Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Day

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

and this is for the weed 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 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)
alright legalize reefer leaves and nines
some of them say we evil a little sumthin for my people
and though I know weed will even out your debt
love everything green thats what ma sister said God said
get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked up
when you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga shut the up
No stems no, indo and chronic and skunk and I can think of some more
ohh yeah time to smoke said so I know day come around on Friday
toke the bowl breath boy yes then we pray
as the reefer help me see everyday
wouldn't it couldn't it be sent
we have one hell of a superstar bowl every first Friday of the
and your humbily were 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 smokin the buddha (buddha)
they nuthin 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 believe us even when we lonely weed wont leave us
not like these fake that 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 herbal
and dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna spend scrilla
and givin the weed to the niggas forget why they killin (hell ya)
I heard they heard they heard out here fuckin wit pills
nigga 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 'cause they know we can
high just to get by
through all the suicides and
and genocides drivebys gonna multiply
and chalk in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood and it would rain
and it aint all were it aint all and it all and it aint all good
I started at eleven weed from coppers
and even you beat us I gotta thank you for the reefer
neva mess with white girls but I roll white boys
niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight 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 when the door is open you want to come over
we smokin tokin and now we chokin tokin and then we chokin chokin
chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so

(chorus)(repeat til end)