Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

Yeah, it's Young, ya
Crack that down, roll that shit up, light that shit, pass it
Nah, fuck that, face this one, yeah, 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 off that 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 dank (that sticky, 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, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

I said I'm gone, off pound of dank
Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think
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 fuck you on?

Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like
And we ain't tuckin' cousin, what's 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 right now, niggas tellin' me to hold on
it, twist it, light it, take a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone)

I gotta have it, gotta it, that's unheard about
Rollin' up blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, me chiefin' 'til I choke
Niggas askin' me wrong,
Blew some up out my nose, and said I'm gone

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)
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 off that pound of dank (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 (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans 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 type of weed,
And I'm a different a high (my nigga, I'm gone)
To a place that you probably never in life

Smokin' Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right
'Cause I ain't tryna have this 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 more high

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

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

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, 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 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