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 diamonds in my emblem is cut like a
You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two
I'm in girlfriends' hot intestines
Cause I bought her two dresses and some lenses
Got a in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro
Click and 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 vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe
TV screens, margarita machines street 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 sun can touch the sky
They call me young Thurston the Third
And my word
I'm a swang, I'm a
I'm a and scrape the curve

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

I'm a use my three wishes, I'm very
No matter where I go I meet a 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 kisses and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get me
As I represent like the damn 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 D-Town and the homie
to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy
My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit
Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them ugly
Ready for the rumble, leave em lying in a
Y'all don't want no trouble with the lord of the jungle

I walks in the club, a on my dick
As the police officers down my click
They say my breaks the dress code
Every fine f**king I see is my ex ho
I'm and I'm dogging 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 go barump-pa-pump-pum
slab motor rocks up in no man's land
Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Am
The around my neck is just dangling and jangling
Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a
Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my
Hook Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'