Luyện nghe bài hát I got 5 on it full

Woo, see I'm ridin and higher, woo-oo
Kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got
got nigga?
damn, i think i got 2 bucks in my nigga,
well dats dat, it
i think i got 3 bucks in my back
to get a fat sack
you got some
not at all man. let get from the sto
fo sho because a nigga a tall can
open the door blood, nigga where my at?
oh no i gave them to you get get weed sac,
oh here they go, wit my
hey put your seat belt on cuz theres hella parked up the block,
well nigaa 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,
the doobie to the left biddy bum bum boom,
whoa what the fuck wit you,
i had a flash back,
this nigga fronted me yay,
but you know he aint gon'got his cash back,
fuck this im it in the cutless,
man you know we got no tags on the cutless,
hey you know 84th is the closest,
a fat ass half lets smoke this,
lets a blunt with the skunk,
why you bring this ass sac,
this shit no pump
hmm this............roll it up then nigga,
hey lets go on some liquor,
hey go get some or something
(you got ID?)
ohhh man shit i aint got
man i spend with you all the
(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 with that endo
i got 5 on it
got me stuck and now back
i got 5 on it
nigga lets go half on a

i take a to the face,
when ever i can, a crutch
i be smokin that shit till the joint be 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 gotta in then,
i roll a joint that than your extention,
cuz ill be damn if you get off me for free,
that you better bring your own shit G,
whats up babysit that,
you better pass the joint stop hittin,
cuz you you got asthma,
the 40 open homie and guzzel it,
cuz i know the weed in my is gettin lonley,
i gotta a piss test to my P.O.
i know i'll fail cuz i jes smoked weed bro,
and every time we with chris nigga rollin up fatty.....
but the tangaray had me,
lit to the extreme,
was gettin no higher,
that shit had my on fire,
dru hill was swingin to the straight,
but i aint fuckin that,
i think ill stick to the 8's,
me a bottle and im cool wit that,
im'a with that,
bring 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 that like to light another like cypress hill,
i doobies,
spit loogies 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 the table like ping-pong,
im gone,
my chest like king kong,
its on,
wrap my lips a 40,
when it comes to get another
niggas all in like 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 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,
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 make a nigga go delirous like eddie murphy,
i got more growin' pains maggie,
niggas nag me,
to take the out of the baggie