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
whachyou got
damn, i think i got 2 in my sock nigga,
well 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 because a nigga need a 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 theres 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 tricks nigga lets get smoked,
pass the to the left biddy bum bum boom,
whoa what the wrong wit you,
i had a flash back,
this fronted me some yay,
but you know that he aint gon'got his back,
fuck this im it in the cutless,
man you we aint got no tags on the cutless,
hey you know what is the closest,
a fat ass half nigga lets this,
roll a blunt with the skunk,
why you bring scandolous ass sac,
this aint no pump
hmm smell this............roll it up nigga,
hey lets go on some liquor,
hey go get some or something
(you got ID?)
ohhh man i aint 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
grab 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
nigga lets go on a sack

i a sack to the face,
when ever i can, a crutch
i be smokin that shit till the joint be my hand,
next im rollin in the tamba,
to slopes so that ashes wont be burnin up my hand bro,
wanna hit but they know,
they pitch in then,
i a joint that longer 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 nigga stop hittin,
cuz you you got asthma,
crack the 40 homie and guzzel it,
cuz i know the in my system is gettin lonley,
i gotta take a test to my P.O.
i know i'll fail cuz i jes hella weed bro,
and time we with chris that nigga rollin up fatty.....
but the straight 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 bottle and im wit that,
im'a lounge 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, bring me some ,
and im just chill,
but im the type like to light another joint 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,
im hella fresh,
rollin joints a cigerette, (hit it)
so pass across the table ping-pong,
im gone,
beatin my chest king kong,
its on,
wrap my lips a 40,
when it comes to get another
niggas all in like shinobi,
no he aint my to begin with,
its to heads to be poppin at my friend,
hit shit,
you pull out the fat crispy,
5 dollar bill on the before its history,
cuz niggas be haven them lungs,
and if you hit for free,
you dumb-duh-dumb-dumb.
i come to with a taylor on my earlobe,
avoiden all the teasers, skeezers, and weirdos,
yall be fuckin off the land, like where the at,
gimmie 2 bucks you take a puff and pass my back,
up the dank like a slurpie,
this serious bong make a nigga go delirous like eddie murphy,
i got more pains than maggie,
niggas nag me,
to take the dank out of the