Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Be High

I'm damned if I do and damned if I
Holla f**k the world my chest full 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 girlfriends' hot intestines
Cause I bought her two dresses and contact lenses
Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my
Click and my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow
Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that
It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the
TV screens, margarita machines street marines
Got for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings
If it means anything for all my G's
I'm in jail I forgot my f**king ABC's
Another DWI, drunk and high
be out before the motherf**king sun can touch the sky
They call me young Howell the Third
And my word
I'm a swang, I'm a
I'm a park and scrape the

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Why when I'm not high does my
like it's missing something
I that I must be high
So that I can

I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very
No matter I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches
a few bridges, feed a few pigeons
F**k em so they wake up and wash dishes
The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and
No kisses and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you get with me
As I represent Houston 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 I see em I'm gonna wet
em
Shut em down like D-Town and the Ackavelie
Peace to Happareli and my nigga Freddy
My drink is thick as jelly, I love my muddy
of us in this bitch 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 on my dick
As the police officers 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 creeping and I'm crawling
me this my calling it's time to do you all in
Everybody jump jump, boys trip what
Let my double shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slangin slab motor rocks up in no 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 than a penguin
Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my
like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'