Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

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

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, purple in my pocket, and my 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 off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my sag low

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

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

Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like
And we tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's the hold up?
'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up ('til it's all gone)

Get a pound, break it down, I ain't stingy, enough to go around
And I'm blazin' right now, niggas me to hold on
Crank it, twist it, light it, a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone)

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

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

I said I'm gone, off brownish 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 never been in life

Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right
'Cause I ain't tryna this home-grown runnin',
Homie thinkin' he smoke for free,
I duck 'em, roll (then, I'm gone)

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

Fresh off of the
straight into my hotel
Weed man in every city, yeah I well (even when I'm gone)

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

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