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 think i got 2 bucks in my 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 some the sto
fo sho a nigga need a tall can
open the 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 seat belt on cuz theres cops parked up the block,
nigaa bust a uey then,
nigga fire up dat den,
hell naw, you made it partnah,
sue me then,
ohh we like that on a roach, nope at them hoes,
man them tricks nigga lets get smoked,
the doobie to the left biddy bum bum boom,
whoa the fuck wrong wit you,
i had a flash back,
this fronted me some yay,
but you that he aint gon'got his cash back,
fuck this im it in the cutless,
man you know we aint got no on the cutless,
hey you know 84th is the closest,
a fat ass half nigga smoke this,
lets roll a with the skunk,
why you bring this ass sac,
this shit aint no
hmm smell this............roll it up nigga,
hey lets go on some liquor,
hey go get some tango or
(you got ID?)
man shit i aint got nuthin
man i with 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 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 a sack to the face,
when ever i can, a crutch
i be smokin shit till the joint be burnin my hand,
next im rollin in the tamba,
to burn so that ashes wont be burnin up my hand bro,
hoes hit but they know,
they pitch in then,
i roll a joint longer than your extention,
cuz ill be damn if you get off me for free,
fuck that you bring your own shit G,
up dont babysit that,
you better pass the joint stop hittin,
cuz you you got asthma,
crack the 40 homie and guzzel it,
cuz i know the in my system is gettin lonley,
i gotta a piss test to my P.O.
i know i'll fail cuz i jes smoked hella bro,
and every time we with chris that rollin up fatty.....
but the straight had me,
lit to the extreme,
was gettin no higher,
that had my chest on fire,
dru hill was to the face straight,
but i aint with that,
i think ill to the crazy 8's,
bring me a bottle and im wit that,
im'a with that,
nigga me a fat sack,
i know 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 that like to light another joint like cypress hill,
i doobies,
spit when i puff on it,
i got some on it,
but in aint on it,
fuck the S-T-D-I-D-E-S,
nevertheless im fresh,
rollin joints a cigerette, (hit it)
so pass across the like ping-pong,
im gone,
beatin my like king kong,
its on,
wrap my around a 40,
it comes 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,
unless you 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 with a on my earlobe,
avoiden all the teasers, skeezers, and weirdos,
be fuckin off the land, like where the bomb at,
gimmie 2 bucks you take a puff and my bong back,
suck up the like a slurpie,
serious bong will make a nigga go delirous like eddie murphy,
i got growin' pains than maggie,
'cause nag me,
to take the dank out of the