Luyện nghe bài hát Hay

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

Fine, blowed and dandy, like I'm hype off candy
Gotta big, thick named Sandy
In the farm, in the of the barn
Where everybody's feelin'

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

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

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

The hay got me through a stage
And i just can't get enough, smokin'
I got some hay and you know I'm finna it up
Make a cloud, I'm gonna take my mind away from all the bull

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

In this session, on my P's and Q's
snooze 'cause I refuse, inhale, exhale the smell
Smokin' hay all by myself, wildstle, loud
Wit my by my side, if somethin' jump off let it ride

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

Hay, now hay, we smokin' up hay in the of the barn
And I'm lit up, get up, my eyes are red
And my head is spinnin', took another
Ridin' red bull, got the goofies, stop grinnin'

Got a posse full of playin' in my braids
And we to get in 'em
Over is the barn where the pals be at
And funny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga come on in, I got hay
Won't you close dat door
what you let them flies out for?
Ain't nobody to rich, we

Lettin' all the contact up in the barn
The flies keep us chokin' thank You, Jesus
For all the hay givin us
we'll keep on smokin'

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