Luyện nghe bài hát High On Halloween

(Monoxide Child)
Man, it was fucked up and I'll forget it
There was blood all over my hands, I must did it
I'm in handcuffs and people keep screaming
Yelling at the
Man not breathing
Flatline, I blacked out
last time this shit happen
I was covered in
No love for the two-faced
Who drunk and goes speeding
Into the back of a pick-up
Now coming back to me
I a family
Because of my alcoholic
I'm in the cop car now,it's in
That the blood on my hand is the hole in my chin
I know I'll get a phone for someone to come and get me
But the person I call I think was in the car with me
Everybody tonight because
I wanted to get drunk and
Now I'm life

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

(Blaze Ya Homie)
Where the party goin' on
Halloween
I got to get up on some
Before I show up on the
Creeping
Up out the Chevy county blue
Gripping the box of white owls to put the into
The is Blaze, nothing changed
Pull the out cause drank six fifths of Henny
I ain't even a buzz
The music jumping when we
my way up to the party
That's when I homeboy with the blunt from above
Put the up to the blunt
to fill my lungs with smoke
until I'm in a cloud of smoke
Choking up the focus when it
Room was spinning, laughing
The pictures on the wall come alive and start
The windows smashing out, people all directions
I to move myself it's like I'm molded to my section
laced 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
Then I get by
But we get high on Halloween
Cause bad shits happening
I wanna hit blunt!
Man give me blunt!
Go on and hit that
And quit acting a punk!
that!
We getting high today
And maybe all the spirits just fly away

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

(Chorus)
I wanna get
I got to get
If I get high
I can't get by
But we get high on Halloween
bad shits always happening
I wanna hit 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 will just fly away

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