Luyện nghe bài hát High Tunes

Up high round 7 am
And my girl bitching about my friends
last niggas was going to fuck in
I stumbled through the door cloud 9, 10
Yeah was round 4, say 3 hours ago
Now im smoking out the
picking out
What im comfortable in
My cargos,
carlo
When I think of to go
I scan barcodes trying to see what its for
Slamming my car door too hard you cant ride with me no
I dont need a or a whip to get with these hoes
Word to the homie whacko, ain't with me natural
Factual, studies show bitches go, hannibal
Trying to eat a alive, thats what this rap shit do
police is after you, niggas getting mad at you
Jet life from this high cant see shit unless matter to you
You to be the boy they wonder what had happened to
I try to be the man I did more then I to do
I did my thing I snatched it before they hand it to
Earthquake the road im doing damage to
The pain, the murder, the doors is suicide
You may die no lie, and this is very
Im like a dot com
these bars like im building a prison
Locked in though I be out of my mind
Im parked, im sparked, im chillin u can burn 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 high
in the back, sunroof
Countin up a stack... I ride through
Got a fifty in my shoe