Luyện nghe bài hát High Grade

[Intro:
Somebody it up
roll it up
Somebody it up
Somebody it up

1: Chris Webby]

Smoking on (yeah man)
So put down the and the benzo's
No opiate choking mental
Let your stress go, no dress
Just it and feel it
And if you can find it and some I'll get it
Got peoples who it, believe me
They putting trees on the street than the week after Christmas, hah
Only need that shit grow from out the ground
Got the from Collie Buddz, and then we cop it by the pound (yeah)
Dispensaries are popping up all over
No more law to me now, it's going down
Yeah, no longer do we hide it
Or only smoke up when in
In this climate
No Five-O be looking through my
Smelling like bud at the
No about your assumptions
No worries people's judgement
And if they judge fuck them, we puffing
the ganja party like we Tasha Marley
Rastafari eating calamari, too pot to carry
I be on other shit, roll another spliff
Blast off into outer space on the
Fucking it, yeah

[Chorus:
High marijuana smoking (oh yeah)
grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
High grade smoking (oh yeah)
High grade smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

Alandon]
Spliff on the tip of me
smoke fill up my lungs
Water bowl be the I run
Cali often carry a gun
water we often do run
Like Jimmy Cliff, ah [?] come
Lighting a with a spark of me gun
of grades out in the sun, yeah

[Verse 2: Dizzy
my own strain
I got sativa indica's hype
I doing my own thing
Minding my and twisting my fire
And suddenly, I see my rang
I keep it Dizzy
Me and Webby make you feel like you in the lane
Turned up, living the stone age
you to a higher place bro
This wonderful if I can say so
No in my heart, I let hate go
I'm on the marijuana payroll
Can't this my reality, right?
I know you be mad at me
But it get when you finding them flavors you like
You know it's fire if them get right
You assuming it
More flavors, I'm great in the
You can tell I'm wavy, I'm on a jet-ski
I all the players in sight
Giving them and she think it's sexy
I'm keeping it G if I'm it right
Would you to smoke, come impress me?
dizzy dreaming, urban poison
And I got that strawberry cough Wesley
Rocking my shades like
Bitch, I'm still moving you can't catch me
Handle my
I tell 'em I want them to me the money directly
Fuck all them people tried to convince all my stoners that this shit was deadly
Dizzy hippie only fucking with it if it's heavy man

[Chorus:
High grade smoking (oh yeah)
High grade marijuana (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
High grade smoking (oh yeah)
grade marijuana smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus:
roll it up
Somebody it up
roll it up
Somebody it up

Alandon]
Spliff on the tip of me
Marijuana smoke up my lungs
Water bowl be the I run
farm often carry a gun
Crossing water we do run
Like Jimmy Cliff, ah they [?]
Lighting a with a spark of me gun
of grades out in the sun, yeah

[Outro:
High grade, grade
No bush weed, no weed