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
whachyou got
damn, i think i got 2 bucks in my nigga,
well dat, fuck it
i i got 3 bucks in my back pack
enough to get a fat
you got some
not at all man. let get some the sto
fo sho because a nigga a tall can
the door blood, nigga where my keys at?
oh no i gave them to you get get weed sac,
oh they go, wit my sock
hey put your seat belt on cuz hella cops parked up the block,
nigaa bust a uey then,
nigga up dat doobie den,
hell naw, you made it partnah,
sue me then,
ohh we like that on a roach, look at them hoes,
man them tricks nigga lets get smoked,
pass the to the left biddy bum bum boom,
whoa what the wrong wit you,
i had a flash back,
this fronted me some yay,
but you know that he gon'got his cash back,
this im puttin it in the cutless,
man you we aint got no tags 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 this scandolous ass sac,
this shit aint no
hmm this............roll it up then nigga,
hey lets go on some liquor,
hey go get some tango or
(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
grab 40
let get
i got 5 on it
fuckin with that endo
i got 5 on it
got me stuck and now back
i got 5 on it
nigga lets go on a sack

i take a to the face,
when ever i can, fuck a
i be smokin that till the joint be burnin my hand,
next im rollin in the tamba,
to burn slopes so that ashes be burnin up my hand bro,
hoes wanna hit but know,
they pitch in then,
i a joint that 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 the weed in my system is gettin lonley,
i gotta take a test to my P.O.
i know 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,
was gettin no higher,
that had my chest on fire,
dru hill was 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,
bring me a fat sack,
i know how to roll,
but i how to smoke,
i think im hit it til my ass choke,

playa, bring me some ,
and im might chill,
but im the type that like to light joint like cypress hill,
i doobies,
loogies when i puff on it,
i got bucks on it,
but in aint on it,
fuck the S-T-D-I-D-E-S,
im hella fresh,
rollin like a cigerette, (hit it)
so pass the table like ping-pong,
im gone,
beatin my chest like kong,
its on,
wrap my lips a 40,
when it comes to get stogie
niggas all kick in 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 on the real before its history,
cuz niggas be haven vaccuum lungs,
and if you hit for free,
you dumb-duh-dumb-dumb.
i come to school a taylor on my earlobe,
avoiden all the teasers, skeezers, and weirdos,
yall be fuckin off the land, like the bomb at,
gimmie 2 bucks you a puff and pass my bong back,
suck up the like a slurpie,
this serious bong make a nigga go delirous like eddie murphy,
i got more pains than maggie,
niggas nag me,
to take the dank out of the