Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Be High

I'm damned if I do and damned if I
Holla f**k the world with my chest of smoke
I on my breakfast, the end of my necklace
Say Records, Screwston, Texas
The in my emblem is cut like a princess
You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two
I'm in your 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 cause I'm to see tomorrow
Bought a condo for my top ho she working that taco
It's the top selling vato, twenty on the Tahoe
TV screens, margarita machines street marines
Got for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings
If it means this for all my G's
I'm in cause I forgot my f**king ABC's
DWI, drunk and f**king high
I'll be out the motherf**king sun can touch the sky
They call me young Howell 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 it's missing
I that I must be high
So that I can

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, feed a few
F**k em so they wake up and wash dishes
The was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
No French kisses and no
I'm picky, if you dickly, you can't get with me
As I represent Houston like the damn
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 thick as jelly, I my shit muddy
Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them ugly
Ready for the rumble, leave em lying in a
Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the

I in the club, a grabbing on my dick
As the police officers patting my click
They say my bandana the dress code
Every f**king bitch I see is my ex ho
I'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm
Believe me my calling it's time to do you all in
Everybody jump jump, boys what what
Let my double barrel go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man's
off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am
The rope around my is just dangling and jangling
Sometime I smoke the rain, it get than a penguin
Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack
to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga
Hook like Johnny Topy, it's living prosperous
I tip my waitress and she can't stop 'Gracias'