Luyện nghe bài hát High Rollers

Loaded, dazed,

I'm in the rollin' the crisp weed
You know I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed
You know you're on nine, fuckin' with me duke
Be sure that I'm the crisp man to see Proof

Some say, I'm high on life and I don't need herbs
I'm high every time that you speak your words
Well, I'm glad that more for me son
I hit the bong so hard, they me green lungs

They say that I'm the buddah master, 'Rock
You know the homie the weed laced candy bar
Now I'm blazin' it non-stop, you me fam?
You see, I go it's like Amsterdam

We the smoke in the air, now you smellin' my strain
It's the O.G. bush just clouded brain
See, I'm for fo'-twenty mo' honeys, get dough for me
All of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most

Hittin' the and bongs
those trees and leaves
Comin' with E and
You know on tonight, roll it and pass the light

Sittin' up top of the
on top of your girl
Crack on those and pipes
You know on tonight
Roll it and pass the

You know your royal, can be Ishmael [unverified]
Wasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout
got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills
And I'm the Proof, got on my Method, so be

A retired weed head that bread for trickin'
Off on a mission to bitches for sausage lickin'
Engulfed in liquids, and perkasets
I jam like I don't know how to the tec

Nine outta ten, I'm high off the Henn'
Never lie for a trend tryna die on a
Biscuits is poppin', ain't no like Hendrix and Joplin
'Til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac

Profit of coppin', often is gobbled
Stackin' my chips high 'til they a Pablo
to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs
Tryna get my mind stuck 'In The Middle' like Love, what?

the blunts and bongs
Puffin' those and leaves
Comin' with E and
You it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light

Sittin' up top of the
Gettin' on top of your
on those poles and pipes
You know it's on
it and pass the light

I semi automatically spit flows at
Anatomically equipped to rip in half
If I speak a little fast you get
Promoters better get the kid cash or get ass

Got some and a dutch, let's get smashed
My little zip got more riders than Six Flags
And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin' to get
Got weed like J. is all I'm needin' to get by

motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly
One is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh
How wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes
That's far fetched like me passin' a piss test

Okay, let's be real, here's the proof, we need flow
catch me in the movies lightin' up in the back row
For sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need
It's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' at?
In

Hittin' the and bongs
Puffin' those and leaves
Comin' E and Vic's
You know it's on tonight, roll it and the light

up top of the world
Gettin' on top of your
on those poles and pipes
You know it's on
Roll it and pass the