Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Be High

I'm if I do and damned if I don't
Holla f**k the world my chest full of smoke
I on my breakfast, the end of my necklace
Say Records, Screwston, Texas
The diamonds in my emblem is cut a princess
You can keep the Lexus, I got two Benzes
I'm in girlfriends' hot intestines
Cause I her two dresses and some contact lenses
Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my
Click and clack my semi auto I'm trying to see tomorrow
Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working taco
It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the
TV screens, margarita machines with street
Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Kings
If it means anything for all my G's
I'm in jail I forgot my f**king ABC's
DWI, drunk and f**king high
I'll be out before the sun can touch the sky
They call me young Thurston the Third
And that's my
I'm a swang, I'm a
I'm a and scrape the curve

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Why I'm not high does my life
Feel like missing something
I know I must be high
So I can function

I'm a use my three wishes, I'm superstitious
No matter where I go I a bunch 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 get with 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 Happareli and my nigga Freddy
My drink is as jelly, I love my shit muddy
Four of us in this bitch and we do them boys ugly
for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddle
Y'all don't really want no trouble with the of the jungle

I walks in the club, a on my dick
As the officers patting down my click
say my bandana breaks the dress code
Every fine bitch I see is my ex ho
I'm hogging and I'm dogging and I'm crawling
Believe me this my calling time to do you all in
jump jump, boys trip what what
Let my double barrel go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slangin slab rocks up in no man's land
Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Am
The rope around my neck is just and jangling
I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguin
Aunt sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, what the my nigga
Hook like Johnny Topy, it's living prosperous
I tip my waitress and she can't stop 'Gracias'