Luyện nghe bài hát I Got 5 On It (clean Bay Ballas Vocal Remix)

Ha ha, the
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too,
We got on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru
We got the
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, 1

You say you got on my tenda
You can over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my
Say,

No elementary school plan
Not a five dollar
But five double on the real, feel
I'm on the level, mellow

No criticism from the fellows,
Being keyed a high speed
But don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down,

Like Nyquil, I fever, so either put your five up
Or ya to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his Impala

I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and
Cause this is how we do it Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a
Now I'm blowin' it up like

Put ya five my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', you from?

Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest
The be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R ya see me

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat weed
I got on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go on a sack

E-40, why ya treat me so
40 makes it happen, fives gets
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light
Flamboyant, potent fumes mighty clouds and molten lights

You expect to bit the baron an be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted off my hat
it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, fifth, plus
You let the bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, again
Witness bein' off two-fifths equal

Killing people like Jason, facin' death sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the fins do the evil that men do
Give me and I shall proceed and continue

I got on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the
Mess heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an you

Back to get my O on, let me flow on
The on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the

up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's o'clock
on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, to go to the land
With a hand broccoli

When it to the sticky, I'm the man
nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, get loaded and smoke
S P I C E to hit it an croak

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo
I got on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Ha ha, wassup
It's me, your boy to keep the always tight
You little on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take of that, I got you