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
got nigga?
damn, i i got 2 bucks in my sock nigga,
well dats dat, it
i think i got 3 in my back pack
enough to get a fat
you got zags?
not at all man. let get from the sto
fo sho a nigga 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 go, wit my sock
hey put seat belt on cuz theres hella cops parked up the block,
well bust a uey then,
nigga fire up dat den,
hell naw, you it scandolous partnah,
sue me then,
ohh we that on a roach, nope look at them hoes,
man fuck them nigga lets get smoked,
the doobie to the left biddy bum bum boom,
whoa what the fuck wit you,
damn i had a back,
this fronted me some yay,
but you know that he aint his cash back,
fuck this im it in the cutless,
man you know we got no tags on the cutless,
hey you what 84th is the closest,
a fat ass half nigga smoke this,
lets a blunt with the skunk,
why you this scandolous ass sac,
this aint no pump
hmm smell this............roll it up nigga,
hey lets go on some liquor,
hey go get tango or something
(you got ID?)
ohhh man shit i got nuthin
man i with you all the time
(sorry no ID, no i see blind)
ohh fuck maaan,
(why dont you get of my niggah)
man i trippin.

I got 5 on it
your 40
let get
i got 5 on it
fuckin with that weed
i got 5 on it
got me and now toke back
i got 5 on it
lets go half on a sack

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

playa, me some brew ,
and im just chill,
but im the type that like to light another joint like 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 pass across the like ping-pong,
im gone,
my chest like king kong,
its on,
wrap my around a 40,
when it to get another stogie
niggas all kick in shinobi,
no he aint my homie to with,
its to many to be poppin at my friend,
hit shit,
you pull out the fat crispy,
5 bill on the real before its history,
cuz niggas be haven vaccuum lungs,
and if you hit for free,
you dumb-duh-dumb-dumb.
i to school with a taylor on my earlobe,
all the dick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos,
yall be off the land, like where the bomb at,
gimmie 2 bucks you take a puff and my bong back,
up the dank like a slurpie,
this serious bong will make a nigga go like eddie murphy,
i got more growin' than maggie,
niggas nag me,
to take the out of the baggie