Luyện nghe bài hát I got 5 on it full

Woo, see I'm higher and higher, woo-oo
Kinda broke so ya know all I five, I got five
whachyou got
damn, i i got 2 bucks in my sock nigga,
well dats dat, it
i think i got 3 bucks in my pack
to get a fat sack
you got zags?
not at all man. let get some the sto
fo sho because a need a tall can
the door blood, nigga where my keys at?
oh no i gave to you get get that weed sac,
oh here they go, wit my
hey put your belt on cuz theres hella cops parked up the block,
well bust a uey then,
fire up dat doobie den,
hell naw, you made it partnah,
sue me then,
ohh we that on a roach, nope look at them hoes,
man them tricks nigga lets get smoked,
pass the doobie to the left bum bum boom,
what the fuck wrong wit you,
damn i had a back,
this nigga fronted me yay,
but you that he aint gon'got his cash back,
this im puttin it in the cutless,
man you know we aint got no on the cutless,
hey you know 84th is the closest,
a fat ass nigga lets smoke this,
lets roll a with the skunk,
why you bring scandolous ass sac,
this shit no pump
hmm smell this............roll it up nigga,
hey go half on some liquor,
hey go get some tango or
(you got ID?)
ohhh man i aint got nuthin
man i spend you all the time
(sorry no ID, no i see blind)
ohh that maaan,
(why dont you get of my niggah)
man i trippin.

I got 5 on it
grab 40
let get
i got 5 on it
fuckin with that weed
i got 5 on it
got me stuck and now toke
i got 5 on it
nigga lets go half on a

i a sack to the face,
ever i can, fuck a crutch
i be smokin that shit the joint be burnin my hand,
next im rollin in the tamba,
to burn slopes so that ashes wont be burnin up my bro,
wanna hit but they know,
they pitch in then,
i a joint that longer than your extention,
cuz ill be if you get high off me for free,
fuck that you bring your own shit G,
whats up babysit that,
you better the joint nigga stop hittin,
cuz you you got asthma,
crack the 40 open and guzzel it,
cuz i know the weed in my is gettin lonley,
i gotta take a piss to my P.O.
i know fail cuz i jes smoked hella weed bro,
and every time we with chris nigga rollin up fatty.....
but the straight had me,
lit to the extreme,
was gettin no higher,
that shit had my on fire,
dru was swingin to the face straight,
but i fuckin with that,
i think ill stick to the 8's,
me a bottle and im cool wit that,
im'a lounge that,
nigga me a fat sack,
i dont how to roll,
but i how to smoke,
i im gonna hit it til my ass choke,

playa, me some brew ,
and im might chill,
but im the type that like to light another like cypress hill,
i doobies,
loogies when i puff on it,
i got some on it,
but in enough on it,
fuck the S-T-D-I-D-E-S,
nevertheless im fresh,
joints like a cigerette, (hit it)
so across the table like ping-pong,
im gone,
beatin my chest king kong,
its on,
wrap my around a 40,
when it comes to get stogie
niggas all in like shinobi,
no he my homie to begin with,
its to many heads to be at my friend,
hit shit,
you pull out the fat crispy,
5 dollar bill on the real its history,
cuz niggas be them vaccuum lungs,
and if you hit for free,
you dumb-duh-dumb-dumb.
i come to school a taylor on my earlobe,
all the dick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos,
yall be fuckin off the land, where the bomb at,
gimmie 2 bucks you a puff and pass my bong back,
suck up the like a slurpie,
this bong will make a nigga go delirous like eddie murphy,
i got more growin' than maggie,
'cause nag me,
to take the out of the baggie