Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Be High

I'm damned if I do and if I don't
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 emblem is cut like a
You can keep the Lexus, I got two Benzes
I'm in your girlfriends' hot
I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses
Got a message in a bottle, hit the in my carro
and clack 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, threes on the Tahoe
TV screens, machines with street marines
Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Kings
If it anything 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
call me young Thurston Howell the Third
And that's my
I'm a swang, I'm a
I'm a and scrape the curve

[Chorus: 2X]
Why when I'm not high does my
Feel it's missing something
I know that I 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 good 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 when I get em I em and I fed em
Lived in peace, I gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet
em
Shut em down D-Town and the homie Ackavelie
Peace to Happareli and my nigga Freddy
My is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy
Four of us in this bitch and we do them boys ugly
Ready for the rumble, leave em in a puddle
Y'all really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle

I walks in the club, a grabbing on my
As the police officers patting down my
say my bandana breaks the dress code
Every f**king 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 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 dangling and
Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a
Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack
Peace to Big Dipper, the deal my nigga
like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my waitress and she stop saying 'Gracias'