Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

Yeah, it's Young, ya
Crack that shit down, that shit up, light that shit, pass it
Nah, that, face this one, yeah, this for all my true weed smokers
Yeah, nigga ask me what's wrong me

I said, I'm gone off that of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm gone off that of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my sag low

I said I'm gone, off that of dank
Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't know how to
But I'm stayin'

I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with green
Oh, I think like me, let me get a light, B (and then I'm gone)
Off that bud, what the fuck you chokin' on?

Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's Omarion
And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, the hold up?
Keep 'em back to back to back, we roll up ('til it's all gone)

Get a pound, break it down, I stingy, it's enough to go around
And I'm blazin' now, niggas tellin' me to hold on
Crank it, twist it, light it, a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone)

I gotta have it, gotta have it, that's about
up another blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, me chiefin' 'til I choke
askin' me what's wrong,
Blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm

I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm gone off that of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my sag low

I said I'm gone, off that drank
Niggas know how I roll, it like my eyes closed
and Hydro, rhyme slow

Nigga, I'm on a type of a vibe
This a different of weed,
And I'm a different type a (my nigga, I'm gone)
To a place that you probably been in life

Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher
'Cause I ain't tryna have this runnin',
Homie he gon' smoke for free,
I 'em, roll somethin' (then, I'm gone)

In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a
Got me blown, I get more than

off of the plane
Head straight into my
Weed man in city, yeah I smoke well (even when I'm gone)

I ain't the only one, all my puff pounds
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up sun down
My eyes low, and my words are getting
Niggas me whats wrong,
I blew some smoke up out my nose, and I'm gone

I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my sag low