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 these people keep
at the police
Man he's not
Flatline, I out again
Cause time this shit happen
I was in blood
No love for the demon
Who gets drunk and goes
the back of a pick-up truck
Now it's back to me
I a family
Because of my insanity
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
died tonight because
I wanted to get drunk and
Now I'm life

(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 shits happening
I hit that blunt!
Man me that blunt!
Go on and hit that
And quit like a punk!
that!
We ain't high today
And maybe all the spirits will just fly

(Blaze Ya Homie)
Where the goin' on tonight?
It's
I got to get up on green
I show up on the scene
Creeping
Up out the Chevy county blue
Gripping the box of white owls to put the weed
The name is Blaze, nothing
the blunt out cause drank six fifths of Henny
I ain't even catch a
The music when we started
Make my way up to the
when I spotted homeboy with the blunt from above
Put the light up to the
Commence to fill my lungs with
until I'm swimming in a cloud of
Choking up the focus it happened
Room was spinning, laughing
The on the wall come alive and start attacking
The windows out, people running all directions
I tried to move it's like I'm molded to my section
Somebody laced my shit and now I'm layin on the
Damn, I'll never smoke no weed on no mo'

(Chorus)
I wanna get
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 wanna hit blunt!
Man me that blunt!
Go on and hit blunt
And quit like a punk!
that!
We getting high today
And maybe all the spirits will just fly

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

(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 shits happening
I wanna hit blunt!
Man me that blunt!
Go on and hit that
And acting like a punk!
that!
We ain't getting today
And maybe all the will just fly away

Shit maybe ya'll ain't getting
but I'm in this mothafucka
Halloween ya'll
Hey, see ya'll next year October 31, 2003
Wait, that's this
Let me hit that mothafucking
sitting in here right now with a straight 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 ya'll
FAMILY!!!