Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Be High

I'm damned if I do and damned if I
Holla f**k the with my chest full of smoke
I choke on my breakfast, the end of my
Say Records, Screwston, Texas
The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a
You can the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes
I'm in your hot intestines
Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact
Got a message in a bottle, hit the in my carro
Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see
Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that
It's the top selling vato, twenty on the Tahoe
TV screens, margarita machines with marines
Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin
If it means this for all my G's
I'm in jail cause I my f**king ABC's
DWI, drunk and f**king high
I'll be out the motherf**king sun can touch the sky
call me young Thurston Howell the Third
And my word
I'm a swang, I'm a
I'm a park and scrape the

[Chorus: 2X]
Why when I'm not high my life
Feel it's missing something
I know that I must be
So that I can

I'm a use my three wishes, I'm superstitious
No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny
Burn a few bridges, a few pigeons
em so good they wake up and wash dishes
The was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
No French and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get me
As I Houston like the damn Whitney
I'm a get em I get em I loved em and I fed em
Lived in peace, I gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet
em
em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie
Peace to and my nigga John Freddy
My drink is as jelly, I love my shit muddy
Four of us in this bitch and we do them boys ugly
Ready for the rumble, leave em in a puddle
don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle

I walks in the club, a on my dick
As the police officers patting down my
They say my bandana breaks the code
Every fine f**king I see is my ex ho
I'm and I'm dogging creeping and I'm crawling
Believe me this my calling it's to do you all in
Everybody jump jump, boys trip what
Let my barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slangin slab motor up in no man's land
Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Am
The rope around my neck is just dangling and
I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguin
Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my
Hook like Johnny Topy, Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'