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 in a quarter 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 want a bag you 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 homies legalize reefer and nines
some of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for my
and though I that weed will even out your debt
love everything green well thats ma sister said God said
gonna get ya up wanna get ya fucked up
when you one hit then I make you hush up nigga shut the fuck up
No stems no, indo and chronic hydro and skunk and I can think of more
ohh yeah time to smoke so I know high day come 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 Friday of the month
and your 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 year smokin the potent (buddha)
aint nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb shit
fat that it will make me move ya sooth ya
reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers in my shiva heave her (nigga)
you better believe us even when we weed wont leave us
not like these niggas that decieve us
all day the weed man dizzy we be make it seedless
aint easy put it on eazy but we still breathin
takin a hit of the reefer sendin me to heaven
with my breezy
that healin
and dont ya feel that feelin and dont you wanna spend your scrilla
and the weed to the killas niggas forget why they killin (hell ya)
I heard they heard they heard they out 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 till we love that love that
dont 'cause they know we can
gettin just to get by
through all the and homicides
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 aint all and it aint all
I started at eleven weed from coppers
and even though you us I gotta thank you for the reefer
neva with white girls but I roll those white boys
niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight 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 and be silent and sober
no jokin when the door is open you want to come over
we tokin and now we chokin tokin and then we chokin chokin chokin
chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so

(chorus)(repeat til end)