Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

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

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

I I'm gone, off that pound 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 light green
Oh, I think they me, let me get a light, B (and then I'm gone)
Off that Cali bud, what the you chokin' on?

Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's Omarion
And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the up?
Keep 'em comin' 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 right 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, have it, that's unheard about
Rollin' up another blunt, I put the first one out
My eyes low, have me chiefin' I choke
askin' me what's wrong,
Blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm

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

I I'm gone, off that brownish drank
know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed
Hennesey and Hydro, rhyme

Nigga, I'm on a type of a vibe
This a type of weed,
And I'm a different type a (my nigga, I'm gone)
To a place that you never been in life

Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, sure you curl that Swisher right
'Cause I tryna have this home-grown runnin',
Homie thinkin' he gon' for free,
I duck 'em, 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 into my hotel
Weed man in every city, yeah I smoke well (even I'm gone)

I ain't the only one, all my niggas pounds
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun
My eyes low, and my are getting slow
askin' me whats wrong,
I blew some up out my nose, and said I'm gone

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