Luyện nghe bài hát I got 5 on it full

Woo, see I'm higher and higher, woo-oo
Kinda broke so ya all I gots five, I got five
got nigga?
damn, i think i got 2 bucks in my nigga,
dats dat, fuck it
i think i got 3 bucks in my back
enough to get a fat
you got zags?
not at all man. let get from the sto
fo sho because a need a tall can
open the door blood, where my keys at?
oh no i gave to you get get that weed sac,
oh they go, wit my sock
hey put seat belt on cuz theres hella cops parked up the block,
nigaa bust a uey then,
nigga fire up dat den,
hell naw, you it scandolous partnah,
sue me then,
ohh we like that on a roach, look at them hoes,
man fuck them tricks lets get smoked,
pass the doobie to the biddy bum bum boom,
whoa what the wrong wit you,
i had a flash back,
this nigga fronted me yay,
but you know that he aint gon'got his back,
fuck this im it in the cutless,
man you we aint got no tags on the cutless,
hey you know what is the closest,
a fat ass nigga lets smoke this,
lets roll a with the skunk,
why you bring scandolous ass sac,
shit aint 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 shit i got nuthin
man i spend with you all the
(sorry no ID, no i see blind)
ohh fuck maaan,
(why you get of my store niggah)
man i trippin.

I got 5 on it
grab 40
let get
i got 5 on it
with that endo weed
i got 5 on it
got me stuck and now back
i got 5 on it
nigga go half on a sack

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

playa, me some brew ,
and im might chill,
but im the type like to light another joint like cypress hill,
i doobies,
spit when i puff on it,
i got some on it,
but in enough on it,
fuck the S-T-D-I-D-E-S,
im hella fresh,
rollin like a cigerette, (hit it)
so pass across the table ping-pong,
im gone,
my chest like king kong,
its on,
wrap my lips a 40,
when it to get another stogie
niggas all kick in shinobi,
no he aint my homie to with,
its to heads to be poppin at my friend,
hit shit,
you pull out the fat crispy,
5 dollar bill on the real its history,
cuz be haven 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 you take a puff and pass my bong back,
up the dank like a slurpie,
this serious bong will make a nigga go delirous eddie murphy,
i got more growin' than maggie,
niggas nag me,
to take the out of the baggie