Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Day

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

and is for the weed 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 "wanna get high 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 door to the liquor
get a bag a in a quarter o

(first verse)
alright homies legalize reefer and nines
some of them say we evil a sumthin sumthin for my people
and though I know that will even out your debt
love everything green well thats what ma sister God said
gonna get ya fucked up 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 hydro and skunk and I can think of some
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 me see more everyday
wouldn't it it be heaven sent
we have one hell of a bowl every first Friday of the month
and humbily invited 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 year the potent buddha (buddha)
they aint nuthin like that lovin bomb shit
fat enough it will make me move ya sooth ya
reefer seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva heave her (nigga)
you better believe us even when we lonely weed leave us
not like these niggas that decieve us
all day the man dizzy we be better make it seedless
aint easy put it on eazy but we still breathin
takin a hit of the reefer sendin me to heaven
chokin my breezy
herbal healin
and dont ya wanna feel that feelin and you wanna spend your scrilla
and givin the weed to the killas niggas why they killin (hell ya)
I heard they they heard they out here fuckin wit pills
nigga those chemicals will make you ill so get off the
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
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 rain
and it aint all were it aint all and it all and it aint all good
I started at eleven stealin from coppers
and even though you us I gotta thank you for the reefer
neva mess with white girls but I roll those boys
niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight joints joints
my shit is you shouldnt be rollin
livin on green leaves that will your heart bleed
just go and let me up the weed and be silent and sober
no jokin when the neighbors door is you want to come over
we smokin tokin and now we chokin tokin and we chokin chokin chokin
chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so

(chorus)(repeat til end)