Luyện nghe bài hát Hay

Sittin on a quarter 'P of hay, thangs is feelin' good
I'm tore up the floor up, sippin' on some crown royal
Trippin' in a circle of wood where everybody smoke own bud
Good ol' hay, how you today?

Fine, blowed and dandy, silly like I'm hype off
Gotta big, thick chic named
In the farm, in the of the barn
Where feelin' crazy

I went to granny's house, now I see why don't nobody leave
We constantly, constantly, constantly B's
Too blitzed to even shake it off but I still got my up
hard finna go in the back of the barn

And get my big black sucked, pass the hay
You silly slut, blaze it up so I can hit bud
Git me zoned and I'll be on 'cuz I to smoke upon hay

Smokin' on hay in the of the barn
on hay in the middle of the barn

The hay got me goin' a stage
And i just get enough, smokin' everyday
I got some hay and you I'm finna roll it up
a cloud, I'm gonna take my mind away from all the bull crap

Bump my sounds, lay back and
Mack to the freaks that's on the
Sometimes I when I was blowed on the streets
Anybody wanna step to me, I'ma see how rough be

In this session, on my P's and Q's
Never snooze I refuse, inhale, exhale the smell
Smokin' hay all by myself, wildstle, loud
Wit my homies by my side, if somethin' jump off let it

On my square when is live, everybody throw it up
Go to the barn and get some hay I get my choke on
Fool you I'm smokin' on

Hay, now hay, we up hay in the middle of the barn
And I'm lit up, get up, my eyes are red
And my is spinnin', took another pull
Ridin' red bull, got the goofies, can't grinnin'

Got a posse full of hoes in my braids
And we to get in 'em
yonder is the barn where the pals be at
And everything

Gotta pause some nigga to blow my high
Smokin' all that hay no money
Now truly this bitch do me
So I hit the 151

She high like the sun, like cornbread
And I'm ready to party, hay got me so goddamn horny
But I don't like that tramp, the reason I'm poppin' that coochie
'Cause the hoe had a book of food stamps and I got the

I need food
Collard greens or pinto
If you smoke hay the conflict do
Then you know what the hell i

Smokin' on hay in the of the barn
Smokin' on hay in the of the barn

Rollin' the block, car full of flies
And the flies tried to rise up out dat door
Got my niggas in the barn on that hay stack
Back up on the from smokin herb

I creeped up on the and all I heard
Was a bud of mine who a needle in the hay
With a funky dime word, be myself
Couldn't smoke wit nobody else if I didn't pass it to the

Nigga would have lost my
Open up the 'fore I fall and faint
But I can't I roll around in dat barn ride
Rollin' up the hootie hoo, roughest skin roller on dat side

come on in, I got some hay
Won't you close dat barn
Nigga what you let them flies out
nobody to rich, we poor

Lettin' all the smoke up in the barn
The flies keep us thank You, Jesus Christ
For all the hay you're us
we'll keep on smokin'

Smokin' on hay in the middle of the
Smokin' on hay in the of the barn