Luyện nghe bài hát High Grade

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

[Verse 1: Chris

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

Alandon]
High grade smoking (oh yeah)
High grade marijuana (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
High marijuana smoking (oh yeah)
High marijuana smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

Alandon]
Spliff on the tip of me
Marijuana fill up my lungs
Water be the chalice I run
farm often carry a gun
Crossing we often do run
Like Cliff, ah they [?] come
a spliff with a spark of me gun
Highest of grades out in the sun,

2: Dizzy Wright]
Smoking my own
I got cause indica's hype
I been doing my own
my business and twisting my fire
And suddenly, I see my rang
I keep it Dizzy
Me and Webby make you feel you in the wrong lane
Turned up, living through the age
Take you to a place bro
shit's wonderful if I can say so
No hate in my heart, I let go
I'm on the legal marijuana
Can't this my reality, right?
I know you be mad at me
But it get hard when you finding them flavors you
You know it's fire if them haters get
You it correctly
flavors, I'm great in the night
You can tell I'm wavy, like I'm on a
I keep all the players in
Giving them choices and she think sexy
I'm keeping it G if I'm it right
Would you to smoke, come impress me?
They dreaming, urban poison
And I got that strawberry going Wesley
Rocking my shades like
Bitch, I'm still moving you suckers catch me
my business
I 'em I want them to send 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 marijuana smoking (oh yeah)
High marijuana smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

Alandon]
Somebody it up
Somebody it up
roll it up
Somebody it up

[Bridge:
on the tip of me tongue
Marijuana fill up my lungs
Water be the chalice I run
Cali often carry a gun
Crossing we often do run
Like Jimmy Cliff, ah they [?]
a spliff with a spark of me gun
Highest of grades out in the sun,

Alandon]
High grade, grade
No bush weed, no weed