Luyện nghe bài hát High Tunes

Up high round 7 am
And my girl bitching about my friends
Because niggas was going to fuck in
I stumbled through the door cloud 9, 10
that was round 4, say 3 hours ago
Now im smoking out the
out clothes
What im most in
My cargos,
carlo
When I of somewhere to go
I scan barcodes to see what its hitting for
Slamming my car door too you cant ride with me no more
I dont need a chain or a whip to get with hoes
to the homie whacko, ain't fucking with me natural
Factual, show your bitches go, hannibal
Trying to eat a alive, thats what this rap shit do
Them police is after you, getting mad at you
Jet life this high cant see shit unless that matter to you
You trying to be the boy they wonder what had to
I try to be the man I did more then I to do
I did my thing I snatched it they could hand it to
Earthquake motor the road im damage to
The pain, the murder, the is suicide fool
You may die no lie, and is very true
Im online a dot com
Constructing these bars im building a prison
Locked in I gotta be out of my mind
Im parked, im sparked, im u can burn with me
But them niggas stay outside
in the back, sunroof
Counting up a in the drive thru
Bass slapping, what the gs to
Wonder what this is, its tunes
Diamond in the back,
Countin up a stack... when I ride
Got a fifty in my shoe