Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

Yeah, it's Young, ya
Crack that shit down, that shit up, light that shit, pass it
Nah, fuck that, face this one, yeah, for all my true weed smokers
Yeah, nigga ask me wrong 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 that 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 that 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 of dank
Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think
But I'm high

roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
Oh, I they like 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 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, enough to go around
And I'm blazin' right now, tellin' me to hold 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
Rollin' up another blunt, I put the first one out
My eyes low, have me chiefin' I choke
askin' me what's wrong,
Blew some 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 that 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 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 off that pound 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 like my eyes closed
and Hydro, rhyme slow

Nigga, I'm on a type 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 tryna this home-grown runnin',
Homie thinkin' he gon' for free,
I 'em, roll somethin' (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 the only one, all my niggas puff pounds
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up sun down
My eyes low, and my words are getting
Niggas askin' me wrong,
I blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm

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