Luyện nghe bài hát High On Halloween

(Monoxide Child)
Man, it was up and I'll never forget it
There was 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
Cause last time this shit
I was covered in
No love for the demon
Who drunk and goes speeding
Into the of a pick-up truck
Now it's back to me
I killed a
Because of my alcoholic
I'm in the cop car now,it's in
the blood on my hand is from the hole in my chin
I know get a phone call for someone to come and get me
But the person I call I think was in the car with me
died tonight because
I wanted to get drunk and
Now I'm doing

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

(Blaze Ya Homie)
Where the party on tonight?
Halloween
I got to get up on some
Before I show up on the
clean
Up out the Chevy sporting blue
Gripping the box of white to put the weed into
The is Blaze, nothing changed
the blunt out cause drank six fifths of Henny
I ain't even catch a
The music jumping we started
Make my way up to the
That's I spotted homeboy with the blunt from above
Put the up to the blunt
Commence to fill my with smoke
I'm swimming in a cloud of smoke
Choking up the focus when it
Room was spinning, people
The pictures on the wall come and start attacking
The windows smashing out, people all directions
I tried to move myself it's I'm molded to my section
Somebody my shit and now I'm layin on the flo'
Damn, I'll never no weed on Halloween no mo'

(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 give me blunt!
Go on and hit that
And quit like a punk!
that!
We getting high today
And maybe all the spirits will just fly

(Anybody Killa)
I'm high
Treat Halloween like Fool's
Then trick on these ghost and ghouls
She ask why's this apple taste so salty?
my dick pissed all acrossed it
Three years probation for that hoe
because these little punks couldn't take the joke
Now they coming at me with some like I can't smoke
And I just bought a sack of Halloween
know could go crazy again
Razor blades in the candy bone, 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 dirt that do always comes a creeping
So just call me Skip
And be thankful I hit that shit
it on dawg

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

maybe ya'll ain't getting high
but I'm in mothafucka CHIEFIN
Happy ya'll
Hey, we'll see next year October 31, 2003
Wait, this year
Let me hit that joint
He's sitting in here right now with a bag of Hershey
man, Reg
They him Mr. October Reggie
Mersh if you're over on West
I thought that was coffee
FUCK yea man, and a bottle of
Reggie Rules!
Happy Halloween
FAMILY!!!