Luyện nghe bài hát I got 5 on it full

Woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher,
Kinda so ya know all I gots five, I got five
got nigga?
damn, i think i got 2 bucks in my nigga,
well dat, fuck it
i think i got 3 bucks in my pack
enough to get a fat
you got zags?
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 gave to you get get that weed sac,
oh here go, wit my sock
hey put your seat belt on cuz hella cops parked up the block,
well bust a uey then,
nigga fire up dat den,
naw, you made it scandolous partnah,
sue me then,
ohh we like that on a roach, nope at them hoes,
man them tricks nigga lets get smoked,
pass the doobie to the biddy bum bum boom,
whoa what the fuck wit you,
damn i had a back,
this nigga fronted me yay,
but you know that he aint his cash back,
fuck 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 lets smoke this,
lets roll a blunt the skunk,
why you this scandolous ass sac,
this shit no pump
hmm this............roll it up then nigga,
hey lets go half on liquor,
hey go get tango 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
fuckin with endo weed
i got 5 on it
got me stuck and now back
i got 5 on it
lets go half on a sack

i take a to the face,
when i can, fuck a crutch
i be smokin that shit the joint be burnin my hand,
next im rollin in the tamba,
to burn slopes so that wont be burnin up my hand bro,
wanna hit but they know,
they gotta in then,
i roll a joint that longer 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 the joint nigga stop hittin,
cuz you you got asthma,
crack the 40 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 fail cuz i jes smoked weed bro,
and time 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 hill was to the face straight,
but i aint with that,
i ill stick to the crazy 8's,
bring me a bottle and im wit that,
lounge with that,
nigga me a fat sack,
i know how to roll,
but i how to smoke,
i im gonna hit it til my ass choke,

playa, bring me brew ,
and im just chill,
but im the type that like to light joint like cypress hill,
i doobies,
spit 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 the table like ping-pong,
im gone,
beatin my chest king kong,
its on,
wrap my lips a 40,
when it comes to get another
niggas all kick in shinobi,
no he my homie to begin with,
its to many to be poppin at my friend,
hit shit,
you pull out the fat crispy,
5 bill 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 take a puff and my bong back,
up the dank like a slurpie,
this serious bong will make a go delirous like eddie murphy,
i got more pains than maggie,
niggas nag me,
to the dank out of the baggie