Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Day

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

and this is for the weed heads and this is for the
get a bag of dope in a o
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(chorus)(repeat2x)
(second and fourth time at end in background "wanna get 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 reefer leaves and nines
of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for my people
and though I know weed will even out your debt
love everything green well thats what ma sister God said
get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked up
when you take one hit then I make you up nigga shut the fuck 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 high day around on Friday
toke the breath deep boy yes then we pray
as the reefer me see more everyday
it couldn't it be heaven sent
we have one of a superstar bowl every first Friday of the month
and your humbily 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 smokin the potent buddha (buddha)
they aint nuthin like that lovin bomb 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 when we lonely weed wont leave us
not like these fake niggas decieve us
all day the weed man dizzy we be better it seedless
life aint easy put it on but we still breathin
takin a hit of the sendin me straight to heaven
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 heard they 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 we love that love that that
dont 'cause they know we can
gettin just to get by
all the suicides and homicides
and drivebys walkbys 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 aint all and it all good
I at eleven stealin weed from coppers
and though you beat us I gotta thank you for the reefer
neva mess with white girls but I roll those white
niggas come out the pen and they roll tight joints tight joints
my shit is swollen you be rollin
on green leaves that will make your heart bleed
just go and let me split up the weed and be silent and
no when the neighbors door is open you want to come over
we smokin tokin and now we chokin and then we chokin chokin chokin
chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so

(chorus)(repeat til end)