Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Day

(lighter in the background)
now this is im talking 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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(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 send em out the door to the store
get a bag a in a quarter o

(first verse)
alright homies reefer leaves and nines
some of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for my
and though I know that weed even out your debt
love everything green well what ma sister said God said
gonna get ya fucked up wanna get ya up
when you take one hit then I you hush up nigga shut the fuck up
No stems no, indo and chronic hydro and skunk and I can of some more
ohh yeah time to smoke said so I know high day come around on
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 invited were humbly united
enemies and all of hate on when i get my fade on
I'm so

(chorus)(same as first)

(second verse)
on new year smokin the potent (buddha)
they aint nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb
fat that it will make me move ya sooth ya
reefer seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva heave her (nigga)
you believe us even when we lonely weed wont leave us
not like fake niggas that decieve us
all day the weed man dizzy we be make it seedless
life aint put it on eazy but we still breathin
takin a hit of the reefer me straight to heaven
chokin with my
that herbal
and dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you spend your scrilla
and the weed to the killas niggas forget why they killin (hell ya)
I heard they they heard they out here fuckin wit pills
nigga those 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 love that that
dont 'cause they know we can
high just to get by
through all the and homicides
and genocides drivebys walkbys multiply
and chalk lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood and it would
and it aint all it aint all and it aint all and it aint all good
I started at stealin weed from coppers
and even though you beat us I gotta you for the reefer
mess 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 shouldnt be
livin on green leaves that will make your bleed
just go and let me split up the and be silent and sober
no when 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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