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 Dopehouse Records, Screwston,
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 her two dresses and some contact lenses
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, threes on the Tahoe
TV screens, margarita machines with marines
Got for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings
If it anything this for all my G's
I'm in cause I forgot my f**king ABC's
Another DWI, drunk and f**king
be out before the motherf**king sun can touch the sky
They call me Thurston 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 does my life
Feel it's missing something
I know that I must be
So that I can

I'm a use my wishes, I'm very superstitious
No where 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 kisses and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get me
As I represent Houston like the Whitney
I'm a get em I get em I loved 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 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 boys
Ready for the rumble, leave em lying in a
Y'all don't really want no with the lord of the jungle

I walks in the club, a on my dick
As the officers patting 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 dogging creeping and I'm
Believe me this my it's time to do you all in
Everybody jump jump, boys what what
Let my double shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slangin slab motor up in no man's land
off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am
The rope around my is just dangling and jangling
I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a penguin
Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes Jack Tripper
to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga
Hook like Johnny Topy, it's living prosperous
I tip my and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'