Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Day

(lighter in the background)
now this is what im talking 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 time at end in background "wanna get high get high")
so who want a bag who a bag
you want a bag you a bag
you got a bag so send em out the to the liquor store
get a bag a dope in a o

(first verse)
alright homies legalize reefer leaves and
some of them say we evil a little sumthin for my people
and I know that weed will even out your debt
love everything green well thats what ma sister God said
gonna get ya up wanna get ya fucked up
you take one hit then I make you hush 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 said so I know high day come around on Friday
toke the breath deep boy yes then we pray
as the help me see more everyday
it couldn't it be heaven sent
we have one hell of a superstar bowl every first Friday of the
and your humbily invited truly humbly united
and all of y'all hate on when i get my fade on
I'm so

(chorus)(same as first)

(second verse)
on new smokin the potent buddha (buddha)
they aint nuthin that buddha lovin bomb shit
fat that it will make me move ya sooth ya
reefer creeper in my sneakers seepin in my shiva heave her (nigga)
you better believe us even we lonely weed wont leave us
not like fake niggas that decieve us
all day the weed man dizzy we be better make it
life aint easy put it on eazy but we still
takin a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to
chokin my breezy
that healin
and dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna spend scrilla
and the weed to the killas niggas forget why they killin (hell ya)
I heard heard they heard they out here fuckin wit pills
nigga those chemicals make you ill so get off the ecstasy
so to the mysterious and (???)

(chorus)(same as first)

(verse three)
thug that talkin we love that love that that
dont legalize 'cause they we can
gettin high to get by
all the suicides 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 were it aint all and it aint all and it all good
I started at eleven stealin weed coppers
and even though you us I gotta thank you for the reefer
neva mess with white girls but I roll 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 make your heart bleed
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 chokin and then we chokin chokin chokin
chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so

(chorus)(repeat til end)