Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Be High

I'm damned if I do and damned if I
f**k the world with my chest full of smoke
I on my breakfast, the end of my necklace
Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston,
The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a
You can the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes
I'm in girlfriends' hot intestines
Cause I bought her two dresses and contact lenses
Got a in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro
and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow
Bought a condo for my top ho cause she that taco
It's the top selling vato, threes on the Tahoe
TV screens, machines with street marines
Got for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings
If it means anything for all my G's
I'm in jail cause I forgot my f**king
Another DWI, drunk and f**king
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 and scrape the curve

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

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

I walks in the club, a grabbing on my
As the police officers down my click
They say my bandana breaks the code
Every f**king bitch I see is my ex ho
I'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm
Believe me this my calling it's to do you all in
Everybody jump jump, trip what what
Let my double 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 is just dangling and jangling
Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a
Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, the deal my nigga
like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my waitress and she stop saying 'Gracias'