Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

Yeah, Young, ya know?
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, ask me what's wrong with me

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 pound of dank (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, purple in my pocket, and my 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 stayin'

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

Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like
And we ain't nothin' cousin, what's the hold up?
Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up ('til all gone)

Get a pound, break it down, I ain't stingy, it's to go around
And I'm right now, niggas tellin' 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, unheard about
Rollin' up another blunt, I put the first one out
My low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke
askin' me what's wrong,
Blew smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone

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

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

Nigga, I'm on a type 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

Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right
'Cause I ain't tryna have home-grown 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
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 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 (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 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, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low