Luyện nghe bài hát I got 5 on it full

Woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher,
Kinda broke so ya know all I five, I got five
got nigga?
damn, i i got 2 bucks in my sock nigga,
dats 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 from the sto
fo sho a nigga need a tall can
open the door blood, where my keys at?
oh no i them 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,
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 tricks nigga lets get smoked,
pass the doobie to the left bum bum boom,
whoa what the wrong wit you,
damn i had a back,
this nigga me some yay,
but you know that he gon'got his cash back,
this im puttin it in the cutless,
man you know we aint got no on the cutless,
hey you what 84th is the closest,
a fat ass half nigga lets this,
roll a blunt with the skunk,
why you this 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?)
man shit i aint 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 endo weed
i got 5 on it
got me stuck and now toke
i got 5 on it
lets go half on a sack

i take a to the face,
when ever i can, a crutch
i be that shit till the joint be burnin my hand,
next time im 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 roll a joint that longer your extention,
cuz ill be if you get high off me for free,
fuck you better bring your own shit G,
up dont babysit that,
you better pass the nigga stop hittin,
cuz you you got asthma,
crack the 40 open homie and it,
cuz i know the in my system is gettin lonley,
i take a piss test to my P.O.
i know fail cuz i jes smoked hella weed bro,
and every we with chris that nigga rollin up fatty.....
but the tangaray 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 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, bring me brew ,
and im might chill,
but im the that like to light another joint like cypress hill,
i doobies,
spit loogies when i on it,
i got bucks on it,
but in enough on it,
with the S-T-D-I-D-E-S,
nevertheless im 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 comes to get stogie
niggas all kick in shinobi,
no he aint my to begin with,
its to many heads to be at my friend,
hit shit,
unless you 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 with a on my earlobe,
avoiden all the 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,
suck up the dank a slurpie,
serious bong will make a nigga go delirous like eddie murphy,
i got more growin' than maggie,
niggas nag me,
to take the out of the baggie