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 full of
I choke on my breakfast, the end of my
Say Records, Screwston, Texas
The diamonds in my emblem is cut a princess
You can the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes
I'm in girlfriends' hot intestines
Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact
Got a in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro
Click and clack my semi auto I'm trying to see tomorrow
a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco
It's the top selling vato, twenty on the Tahoe
TV screens, margarita machines with marines
Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Kings
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 motherf**king sun can the sky
They me young Thurston Howell the Third
And that's my
I'm a swang, I'm a
I'm a park and scrape the

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

I'm a use my three wishes, I'm superstitious
No matter 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 wash
The was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
No French kisses and no
I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get 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 ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm wet
em
Shut em like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie
Peace to Happareli and my John Freddy
My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit
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 want no trouble with the of the jungle

I walks in the club, a on my dick
As the police patting down my click
They say my breaks the dress code
Every fine bitch I see is my ex ho
I'm and I'm dogging creeping and I'm crawling
Believe me my calling it's time to do you all in
Everybody jump, boys trip what what
Let my barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slangin slab rocks up in no man's land
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 Jack Tripper
to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga
Hook like Johnny Topy, Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my waitress and she can't stop 'Gracias'