Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

Yeah, Young, ya know?
Crack 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 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 (that sticky, that icky)
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)
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my sag low

I said I'm gone, off pound of dank
Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, know how to think
But I'm high

I'ma roll me a nice, Swisher, filled with light 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 like
And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, the hold up?
Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we up ('til it's all gone)

Get a pound, break it down, I ain't stingy, it's to go around
And I'm blazin' right now, niggas me to hold on
Crank it, twist it, light it, take a pull, and 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 some up out my nose, and said I'm gone

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 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 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 gone, off brownish drank
Niggas know how I roll, it look my eyes closed
and Hydro, rhyme slow

Nigga, I'm on a different of a vibe
a different type of weed,
And I'm a different a high (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 have this home-grown runnin',
Homie thinkin' he gon' for free,
I duck 'em, roll (then, I'm gone)

In my ride, 80 in a 45 Zone, half a zone
Got me blown, I get than high

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

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

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)
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 dank (that sticky, 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