Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Day

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

and this is for the weed heads and is for the weedheads
get a bag of in a quarter o
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(second and fourth at end in background "wanna get high get high")
so who a bag who want 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 leaves and nines
some of them say we a little sumthin sumthin for my people
and though I know that weed even out your debt
everything green well thats what ma sister 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 chronic and skunk and I can think of some more
ohh yeah time to said so I know high day come around on Friday
toke the breath deep boy yes then we pray
as the reefer help me see more
wouldn't it couldn't it be sent
we have one hell of a superstar bowl every first Friday of the
and your humbily invited were humbly united
enemies and all of y'all hate on i get my fade on
I'm so

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(second verse)
on new year smokin the potent (buddha)
they nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb shit
fat enough it will make me move ya sooth ya
reefer creeper seepin in my seepin in my shiva heave her (nigga)
you better believe us when we lonely weed wont leave us
not like these fake that decieve us
all day the weed man dizzy we be make it seedless
life aint put it on eazy but we still breathin
a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to heaven
chokin with my
that herbal
and dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna spend your
and givin the weed to the killas niggas forget why killin (hell ya)
I heard they heard they heard they out fuckin wit pills
nigga chemicals will make you ill so get off the ecstasy
so to the mysterious 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
all the suicides and homicides
and genocides walkbys gonna multiply
and chalk in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood and it would rain
and it aint all it aint all and it aint all and it aint all good
I started at eleven stealin weed from
and even though you beat us I thank you for the reefer
neva mess with white but I roll those white boys
niggas come out the pen and they roll some joints tight joints
my shit is swollen you shouldnt be
livin on green leaves that will make your heart
just go and let me split up the weed and be and sober
no jokin the neighbors door 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

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