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 is for the weedheads
get a bag of in a quarter o
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(chorus)(repeat2x)
(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 liquor
get a bag a dope in a o

(first verse)
homies legalize reefer leaves and nines
some of them say we a little sumthin sumthin for my people
and though I know that will even out your debt
love everything green thats what ma sister said God said
get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked up
when you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga the fuck up
No stems no, indo and chronic hydro and skunk and I can think of more
ohh yeah time to smoke said so I know high day come around on
toke the breath deep boy yes then we pray
as the reefer me see more everyday
wouldn't it couldn't it be sent
we have one hell of a bowl every first Friday of the month
and humbily invited were 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 year smokin the buddha (buddha)
they aint nuthin like that buddha lovin shit
fat enough that it make me move ya sooth ya
reefer creeper in my sneakers seepin in my shiva heave her (nigga)
you better believe us even when we lonely wont leave us
not like these niggas that decieve us
all day the weed man dizzy we be better 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 you wanna spend your scrilla
and givin the to the killas niggas forget why they killin (hell ya)
I heard they heard they heard they out here fuckin wit
nigga those will make you ill so get off the ecstasy
so to the realers and (???)

(chorus)(same as first)

(verse three)
thug that till we love that love that that
dont legalize 'cause know we can
gettin just to get by
through all the suicides and
and genocides drivebys walkbys multiply
and chalk lines in the towns in the hood and it would rain
and it aint all were it aint all and it 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 those 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 make heart bleed
just go and let me split up the weed and be silent and
no jokin when the neighbors door is open you want to 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)