Luyện nghe bài hát Kush Coma

Close my eyes, like I'm going down
In an elevator at 90 an hour
And all I see is stars and they coming at me sort of a meteor shower
My forehead's sweaty, my eyelids heavy, feeling like I ain't make it
Cause inside my head's like a show in the 4th July in Las Vegas
Said, I'm trippin', I'm slippin', feeling I just can't move
I done me a couple more pills
Next thing I know, I'm taking off my
And I'm on on these clouds like marshmallows
Nodding off, like rose petals
Zoning out, two-three like the fiend in hell and angel wings
I'm conscious to that world, science 'bout that world
All these drugs up in me, it's a I ain't mirror Kurt
I'm numb a mortician, going dumb with Oakland bitches
They say you boosie, roll a backwood up with them cookies

I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to
the blunt after blunt rotation
Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma and my brain going on
I'm smoking, back to back, to back, back to back
It's the after blunt rotation
Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG and my brain going on vacation
coma

Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush
coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush
coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma

Get high, my niggas, kush
Get fly, my niggas, dope
So many numbers in my book
I start a motherfucking phone book
Know all the fly bitches look
I'm on something, tell 'em roll something
I'm one nigga, bumping two pots
Be like hoes, that's a foursome
Fuck niggas always want to something
Young hot nigga froze on 'em
Went cold on 'em, beat the on 'em
And clothes on 'em, see the on 'em?
fear God, never sold on Him
Man, I swear to God, put my on Him
Life's a bitch, but she on him
died in Hell, but I rose on 'em
In big shades, the hypocrites, die
Time let the tats, for the tick,
Clocks on the wall, fuck your
Pause, let it stop, we get by
Bye I zoom, let it vroom
'Bout a hundred goons a fume, better let it [?]
A hundred miles an hour on the booth, better let it
A hundred by the sour, molly, flower, and they love the
That's real rap, I'm stating
Contradictions, take it back
stripping, make it clap
In a coma, finna take a nap
I'm out

coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush
Kush coma, I am in a coma

Half asleep that cotton mouth
grow house on plantation
Nuggets the size of Rakim
Got my looking like a fatality screen
Got my drippin'
get away from all this bullshit in my way
Knowing well when the high go away
Same shit be still in my way
I'm a to the sticky icky
So nigga somethin wit me
smoking blunts since high school
Now look at all the bullshit I been
Wanna out, but we stayin up
Nigga gotta keep one eye
Cause nigga tryna miss the next turn
Nigga roll up, then we smoking
I'm smoking on that ocho, got my on that cosmos
on that purple, got a nigga in slo-mo
Dipping in that molly, feel like I'm doing 100 on a
Tell your baby mama sorry, that was one night and please don't me

I'm smoking, back to back, to back, back to back
It's the blunt after rotation
Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma and my brain going on
I'm smoking, to back, back to back, back to back
It's the blunt after blunt
Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG and my brain going on vacation
coma

Kush coma, I am in a kush
coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush
Kush coma, I am in a kush
Kush coma, I am in a kush
Kush coma, I am in a kush