Luyện nghe bài hát I got 5 on it full

Woo, see I'm ridin and higher, woo-oo
Kinda so ya know all I gots five, I got five
whachyou got
damn, i think i got 2 bucks in my nigga,
well dats dat, it
i think i got 3 bucks in my pack
to get a fat sack
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 hella cops parked up the block,
well nigaa a uey then,
nigga up dat doobie den,
naw, you made it scandolous partnah,
sue me then,
ohh we like that on a roach, nope look at hoes,
man fuck them tricks nigga get smoked,
pass the doobie to the left bum bum boom,
whoa the fuck wrong wit you,
i had a flash back,
this nigga me some yay,
but you know he aint gon'got his cash back,
fuck im puttin it in the cutless,
man you know we got no tags on the cutless,
hey you know what is the closest,
a fat ass nigga lets smoke this,
lets roll a blunt the skunk,
why you this scandolous ass sac,
this aint 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 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
your 40
let get
i got 5 on it
with that endo weed
i got 5 on it
got me and now toke back
i got 5 on it
nigga lets go half on a

i take a to the face,
when ever i can, fuck a
i be smokin that shit the joint be burnin my hand,
time im rollin in the tamba,
to burn slopes so that ashes be burnin up my hand bro,
wanna hit but they know,
they gotta in then,
i roll a joint longer than your extention,
cuz ill be damn if you get off me for free,
fuck that you better bring your own 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 system is lonley,
i take a piss test to my P.O.
i know i'll cuz i jes smoked hella weed bro,
and every time we with chris nigga rollin up fatty.....
but the straight had me,
lit to the extreme,
there was no higher,
that shit had my on fire,
dru was swingin 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,
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, bring me brew ,
and im might chill,
but im the type that to light another joint like cypress hill,
i doobies,
loogies when i puff on it,
i got bucks on it,
but in aint on it,
with 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,
beatin my 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,
you pull 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 to school with 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 will a nigga go delirous like eddie murphy,
i got more growin' pains maggie,
niggas nag me,
to take the dank out of the