Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

Yeah, Young, ya know?
Crack that shit down, roll that 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 of dank (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 that of dank (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, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

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

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

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

Get a pound, it down, I ain't stingy, it's enough 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 gotta have it, gotta have it, that's about
Rollin' up blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, have me 'til I choke
Niggas askin' me wrong,
Blew 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 pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, 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 pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

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

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

Smokin' Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right
I ain't tryna have this home-grown runnin',
Homie thinkin' he 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 than high

Fresh off of the
straight 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 puff
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up sun down
My eyes low, and my words are slow
askin' me whats wrong,
I blew some smoke up out my nose, and I'm gone

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 (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 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