Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

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

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)
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 that 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 stayin'

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

Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's Omarion
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 stingy, it's enough to go around
And I'm blazin' right now, niggas tellin' me to on
Crank it, twist it, it, take a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone)

I gotta have it, gotta it, that's unheard about
up another blunt, before 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 I'm gone

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 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 I'm gone, off that brownish drank
Niggas know how I roll, it look 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 probably never been in

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

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

Fresh off of the
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' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun
My eyes low, and my are getting slow
Niggas askin' me wrong,
I 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 that pound of dank (that sticky, 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 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