Luyện nghe bài hát I got 5 on it full

Woo, see I'm higher and higher, woo-oo
Kinda so ya know all I gots five, I got five
got nigga?
damn, i think i got 2 bucks in my nigga,
well dats dat, it
i i got 3 bucks in my back pack
enough to get a fat
you got zags?
not at all man. let get some the sto
fo sho because a need a tall can
open the door blood, nigga where my at?
oh no i gave to you get get that weed sac,
oh here go, wit my sock
hey put your belt on cuz theres hella cops 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, nope look at hoes,
man fuck them tricks lets get smoked,
pass the doobie to the biddy bum bum boom,
whoa what the wrong wit you,
damn i had a back,
nigga fronted me some yay,
but you know he aint gon'got his cash back,
this 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 half nigga lets this,
lets a blunt with the skunk,
why you this scandolous ass sac,
this shit no pump
hmm smell this............roll it up nigga,
hey lets go half on liquor,
hey go get some tango or
(you got ID?)
ohhh man shit i got nuthin
man i spend you all the time
(sorry no ID, no i see blind)
ohh fuck maaan,
(why you get of my store niggah)
man i trippin.

I got 5 on it
your 40
let get
i got 5 on it
fuckin with that weed
i got 5 on it
got me stuck and now toke
i got 5 on it
lets go half on a sack

i a sack to the face,
when ever i can, fuck a
i be smokin that shit till the joint be my hand,
time im rollin in the tamba,
to burn slopes so that ashes wont be burnin up my bro,
hoes wanna hit but know,
they gotta in then,
i roll a that longer than your extention,
cuz ill be if you get high off me for free,
fuck that you bring your own shit G,
whats up dont 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 gotta take a test to my P.O.
i know i'll fail cuz i jes hella weed bro,
and every time we with chris that nigga up fatty.....
but the tangaray had me,
lit to the extreme,
there was no higher,
shit had my chest on fire,
dru was swingin to the face straight,
but i fuckin with that,
i think ill stick to the 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 im gonna hit it til my ass choke,

playa, bring me brew ,
and im just 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,
with the S-T-D-I-D-E-S,
nevertheless im fresh,
rollin like a cigerette, (hit it)
so across the table like ping-pong,
im gone,
my chest like king kong,
its on,
wrap my around a 40,
when it comes to get another
all kick in like shinobi,
no he aint my to begin with,
its to heads to be poppin at my friend,
hit shit,
unless you out the fat crispy,
5 bill on the real before its history,
cuz niggas be haven them 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, like the bomb at,
gimmie 2 bucks you take a puff and pass my back,
suck up the like a slurpie,
this serious bong will make a nigga go delirous eddie murphy,
i got growin' pains than maggie,
niggas nag me,
to take the out of the baggie