Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Be High

I'm if I do and damned if I don't
Holla f**k the world with my chest full of
I on my breakfast, the end of my necklace
Say Records, Screwston, Texas
The in my emblem is cut like a princess
You can the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes
I'm in your hot intestines
Cause I bought her two dresses and contact lenses
Got a in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro
Click and clack my auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow
Bought a condo for my top ho she working that taco
the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe
TV screens, machines with street marines
Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Kings
If it means this for all my G's
I'm in jail cause I forgot my f**king
Another DWI, and f**king high
I'll be out before the 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 park and the curve

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Why when I'm not high does my
Feel like it's missing
I know I must be high
So I can function

I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very
No matter I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches
Burn a few bridges, a few pigeons
F**k em so good they up and wash dishes
The was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
No French and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you dickly, you can't get with me
As I represent Houston like the Whitney
I'm a get em when I get em I em and I fed em
in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm gonna wet
em
Shut em like D-Town and the homie 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, em lying 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 patting my click
They say my breaks the dress code
fine f**king 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 what what
Let my double barrel shotty go
Slangin slab motor rocks up in no man's
off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am
The rope around my neck is dangling and jangling
Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a
Aunt sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, what the my nigga
Hook Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my waitress and she can't stop saying