Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

Yeah, it's Young, ya
Crack that shit down, that shit up, light that shit, pass it
Nah, fuck that, face this one, yeah, this for all my true smokers
Yeah, nigga ask me wrong with me

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, 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 pound of dank (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 pound of dank
Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't know how to
But I'm stayin'

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

Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like
And we tuckin' nothin' cousin, what's 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 stingy, it's enough to go around
And I'm right now, niggas tellin' me to hold on
Crank it, twist it, light it, a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone)

I gotta it, gotta have it, that's unheard about
Rollin' up another blunt, before I put the one out
My eyes low, have me 'til I choke
Niggas me what's 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 off that 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 gone off that 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 that of dank (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 eyes
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 place you probably never been in life

Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that right
'Cause I ain't tryna have 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

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

I ain't the only one, all my puff pounds
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up sun down
My low, and my words are getting slow
askin' me whats wrong,
I blew smoke 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 that pound of dank (that sticky, 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 dank (that sticky, 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