Luyện nghe bài hát High On Halloween

(Monoxide Child)
Man, it was up and I'll never forget it
There was blood all over my hands, I have did it
I'm in handcuffs and these people screaming
Yelling at the
Man not breathing
Flatline, I blacked out
Cause time this shit happen
I was in blood
No for the two-faced demon
Who gets drunk and goes
the back of a pick-up truck
Now it's back to me
I a family
of my alcoholic insanity
I'm in the cop car now,it's in
That the blood on my is from the hole in my chin
I I'll get a phone call for someone to come and get me
But the person I would call I think was in the car me
Everybody tonight because
I wanted to get drunk and
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
Cause bad always happening
I hit that blunt!
Man me that blunt!
Go on and hit blunt
And quit acting a punk!
that!
We getting high today
And maybe all the spirits just fly away

(Blaze Ya Homie)
Where the party on tonight?
It's
I got to get up on green
I show up on the scene
Creeping
Up out the Chevy sporting county
Gripping the box of white to put the weed into
The name is Blaze, changed
Pull the blunt out cause six fifths of Henny
I ain't even a buzz
The music when we started
Make my way up to the
That's when I spotted homeboy with the blunt above
Put the up to the blunt
Commence to fill my with smoke
until I'm swimming in a cloud of
Choking up the when it happened
was spinning, people laughing
The pictures on the wall come alive and start
The windows out, people running all directions
I tried to move myself it's I'm molded to my section
Somebody laced my shit and now I'm layin on the
Damn, I'll never no weed on Halloween no mo'

(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 wanna hit blunt!
Man me that blunt!
Go on and hit that
And quit acting a punk!
that!
We ain't getting today
And maybe all the spirits just fly away

(Anybody Killa)
When I'm
Treat like April Fool's
Then trick on these motherfucking ghost and
She ask why's candy apple taste so salty?
Because my dick all acrossed it
Three years for that shit hoe
Just because these little punks couldn't 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 bone, just grab in
It's like off Halloween I get stoned
I release one from the dead to roam
Can't say if ever see them
But the dirt that do always comes a creeping
So tonight call me Skip
And be thankful I didn't hit that
Pass it on

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

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