Luyện nghe bài hát I Got 5 On It (weedless Mix)

Ha ha, the
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too,
We got five on thing, man
We got, uh, Dru
We got the
(Shock G)
Yeah, Rich, E-40, Spice 1

You say you got five on my
You can bend the table
But be sure bring my stallion to my stable
Say,

No school ground plan
Not a dollar bill
But double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair

No criticism from the fellows,
Being keyed a high speed
But don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down,

Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big with his pretty Impala

I got on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a
Now I'm blowin' it up Oklahoma

Put ya with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', you from?

Smokin' in attempts to crack the plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole loves me
An every I'm sacked up
So if ya me, scream double R when ya see me

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a

E-40, why ya treat me so
40 makes it happen, gets slapped
And them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and lights

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my ain't feelin' me
For the fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm took off my hat
it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, to do a murda, man?
off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths

people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the to the brains for breakfast
for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I proceed and continue

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat weed
I got five on it, it's got me and toed back
I got on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Yeah, it's been a while I've hollered from the town
around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look you
Tunes from the Luniz round an round you

Back to get my O on, they let me on
The on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the

Rollin' up the cannabis, the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the
Rollin' up my window, to go to the land
a hand fulla broccoli

When it to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so I hurl
Fall on the floor to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an

I got on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, got me stuck and toed back
I got on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Ha ha, wassup
It's me, boy to keep the song always tight
You short on some ends?
worry, I'll take care of that, I got you