Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

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

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 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 (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 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 think 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 back to back to back, we roll up ('til it's all gone)

Get a pound, break it down, I ain't stingy, enough 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
up another blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, have me 'til I choke
Niggas askin' me wrong,
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 off that 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 that pound of (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 dank (that sticky, icky)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

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

Nigga, I'm on a different type of a
a different type of weed,
And I'm a different a high (my nigga, I'm gone)
To a place that you probably never been in

Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that right
'Cause I ain't tryna have this runnin',
Homie he gon' smoke 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 more than

Fresh off of the
straight into my hotel
Weed man in every city, I smoke well (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 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 (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 gone off pound 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, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low