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 dank (that sticky, 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 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 I'm gone, off that pound of dank
in my ride, so blowed, don't know how to think
But I'm stayin'

I'ma roll me a nice, Swisher, filled with light green
Oh, I they like me, let me get a light, B (and then I'm gone)
Off that 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 to back, we roll up ('til it's all gone)

Get a pound, break it down, I ain't stingy, it's to go around
And I'm blazin' now, niggas 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, have it, that's unheard about
Rollin' up blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, have me chiefin' 'til I
Niggas askin' me wrong,
Blew smoke 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 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
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)
I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

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

Nigga, I'm on a different of a vibe
a different 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 sure you that Swisher right
'Cause I ain't tryna this home-grown runnin',
Homie thinkin' he smoke for free,
I duck 'em, somethin' (then, I'm gone)

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

off of the plane
Head into my hotel
Weed man in every city, yeah I smoke (even when I'm gone)

I the only one, all my niggas puff pounds
Swingin' 'round, sun up 'till sun down
My eyes low, and my are getting slow
Niggas askin' me wrong,
I blew smoke 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 pound 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 pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off 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