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 with me

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

I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light
Oh, I think they 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 Omarion
And we tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's 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 ain't stingy, it's enough to go
And I'm blazin' right now, niggas me to hold on
Crank it, twist it, it, take a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, 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 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