Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Day

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

and this is for the weed and this is for the weedheads
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 a bag who want a bag
you a bag you want 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 and nines
some of them say we evil a little sumthin for my people
and though I know that weed will out your debt
love everything green well thats 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 nigga the fuck up
No stems no, and chronic hydro and skunk and I can think of some more
ohh yeah time to smoke so I know high day come around on Friday
toke the bowl breath deep boy yes then we
as the help 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 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)
aint nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb shit
fat enough that it will make me move ya ya
creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva heave her (nigga)
you better believe us even we lonely weed wont leave us
not like these fake that decieve us
all day the weed man dizzy we be better it seedless
life aint easy put it on eazy but we breathin
a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to heaven
chokin with my
that herbal
and dont ya wanna feel that feelin and you wanna spend your scrilla
and givin the weed to the killas niggas forget why they (hell ya)
I heard they heard heard they out here fuckin wit pills
nigga those chemicals will make you ill so get off the
so to the mysterious and (???)

(chorus)(same as first)

(verse three)
thug that talkin till we love that that that
dont 'cause they know we can
gettin just 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 all and it aint all and it aint all good
I started at eleven stealin weed coppers
and though you beat us I gotta thank you for the reefer
neva mess with white girls but I roll white boys
niggas out the pen and they roll some tight joints tight joints
my shit is you shouldnt be rollin
livin on green leaves that will your heart bleed
just go and let me split up the weed and be silent and
no jokin when the neighbors 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)