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 full of smoke
I on my breakfast, the end of my necklace
Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston,
The diamonds in my is cut like a princess
You can keep the Lexus, I got two Benzes
I'm in your hot intestines
Cause I bought her two dresses and some lenses
Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my
Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see
Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working taco
It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the
TV screens, margarita with street marines
Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin
If it anything this for all my G's
I'm in jail cause I forgot my ABC's
Another DWI, drunk and f**king
I'll be out before the sun can touch the sky
They call me young Thurston Howell the
And that's my
I'm a swang, I'm a
I'm a park and the curve

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Why when I'm not high my life
Feel it's missing something
I know that I must be
So I can function

I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very
No where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches
a few bridges, feed a few pigeons
F**k em so good they wake up and dishes
The was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
No kisses and no hippopotamuses
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
in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet
em
Shut em down like and the homie Ackavelie
Peace to and my nigga John Freddy
My drink is thick as jelly, I love my muddy
Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them ugly
for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddle
Y'all really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle

I walks in the club, a on my dick
As the officers patting down my click
They say my bandana breaks the dress
Every f**king bitch I see is my ex ho
I'm hogging and I'm dogging and I'm crawling
Believe me my calling it's time to do you all in
Everybody jump jump, boys what what
Let my barrel shotty 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
Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a
Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, what the my nigga
like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my waitress and she stop saying 'Gracias'