Luyện nghe bài hát High On Halloween

(Monoxide Child)
Man, it was fucked up and I'll never it
was blood all over my hands, I must have did it
I'm in handcuffs and people keep screaming
Yelling at the
Man he's not
Flatline, I blacked out
last time this shit happen
I was in blood
No for the two-faced demon
Who gets and goes speeding
Into the back of a pick-up
Now coming back to me
I a family
of my alcoholic insanity
I'm in the cop car now,it's in
the blood on my hand is from the hole in my chin
I know I'll get a phone call for to come and get me
But the person I would call I was in the car with me
Everybody died tonight
I to get drunk and drive
Now I'm life

(Chorus)
I wanna get
I got to get
If I get high
I can't get by
But we don't get high on
bad shits always happening
I hit that blunt!
Man me that blunt!
Go on and hit that
And quit acting a punk!
that!
We ain't high today
And maybe all the spirits just fly away

(Blaze Ya Homie)
Where the goin' on tonight?
It's
I got to get up on some
Before I up on the scene
Creeping
Up out the Chevy sporting blue
the box of white owls to put the weed into
The name is Blaze, changed
Pull the blunt out cause six fifths of Henny
I even catch a buzz
The jumping when we started
my way up to the party
That's when I spotted with the blunt from above
Put the light up to the
Commence to fill my with smoke
until I'm in a cloud of smoke
up the focus when it happened
Room was spinning, laughing
The pictures on the wall come alive and start
The windows out, people running all directions
I tried to move it's like I'm molded to my section
Somebody my shit and now I'm layin on the flo'
Damn, I'll never smoke no weed on no mo'

(Chorus)
I get high
I got to get
If I don't get
I can't get by
But we get high on Halloween
Cause bad shits happening
I hit that blunt!
Man give me blunt!
Go on and hit that
And acting like a punk!
that!
We ain't getting today
And maybe all the spirits will just fly

(Anybody Killa)
I'm high
Treat Halloween April Fool's
Then on these motherfucking ghost and ghouls
She ask why's this candy taste so salty?
Because my dick all acrossed it
Three years for that shit hoe
Just because these little punks take the joke
Now they coming at me with some shit I can't smoke
And I bought a sack of Halloween hydro
Never know could go again
Razor blades in the bone, just grab in
It's like off Halloween when I get
I release one from the dead to roam
Can't say if I'll ever see
But the that they do always comes a creeping
So just call me Skip
And be thankful I hit that shit
Pass it on

(Chorus)
I get high
I got to get
If I don't get
I can't get by
But we don't get on Halloween
Cause bad shits always
I hit that blunt!
Man me that blunt!
Go on and hit that
And quit acting a punk!
that!
We ain't getting high
And maybe all the spirits will fly away

Shit maybe ya'll getting high
but I'm in this mothafucka
Happy Halloween
Hey, we'll see next year October 31, 2003
Wait, this year
Let me hit that joint
He's sitting in here now with a straight bag of Hershey
man, Reg
They call him Mr. Reggie
if you're over on West Coast
I thought that was grinds
FUCK yea man, and a bottle of
Lewis Rules!
Happy Halloween
FAMILY!!!