Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

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

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

I'ma roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled light green
Oh, I they like me, let me get a light, B (and then I'm gone)
Off that Cali bud, 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, 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, it, take a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone)

I gotta have it, gotta have it, unheard about
Rollin' up another blunt, I put the first 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 pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm gone off that 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 that 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

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

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 that you probably never been in life

Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, sure you curl that Swisher right
'Cause I ain't tryna 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 my hotel
man in every city, yeah I smoke well (even when I'm gone)

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

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 pound 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 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