Luyện nghe bài hát Kush Coma

Close my eyes, feel like I'm going
In an elevator at 90 miles an
And all I see is and they coming at me sort of like a meteor shower
My forehead's sweaty, my eyelids heavy, feeling like I ain't goin' 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 I know, I'm taking off my shoes
And I'm on walking on clouds like marshmallows
Nodding off, smellin' rose petals
Zoning out, two-three like the fiend in hell fire and wings
I'm conscious to that world, science 'bout that world
All drugs up in me, it's a miracle I ain't mirror Kurt
I'm like 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, to back
It's the blunt after blunt
Now I'm in a kush coma off the OG aroma and my brain on vacation
I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, back to
It's the blunt blunt rotation
Now I'm in a coma off the OG aroma and my brain going on vacation
coma

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

Get high, my niggas, kush
Get fly, my niggas, dope
So numbers in my phone book
I could start a phone book
Know all the fly bitches gonna
Like I'm on something, tell 'em something
I'm that one nigga, two pots
Be like three hoes, a foursome
Fuck niggas always to hold something
hot nigga done froze on 'em
Went cold on 'em, beat the on 'em
And clothes on 'em, see the on 'em?
Only God, never sold on Him
Man, I swear to God, put my on Him
a bitch, but she chose on him
Should've died in Hell, but I 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 when I zoom, let it
'Bout a hundred with a fume, better let it [?]
A hundred miles an hour on the booth, let it loose
A hundred by the sour, molly, flower, and love the shrooms
That's real rap, I'm stating
Contradictions, can't it back
Mommy's stripping, make it
In a kush coma, finna a nap
I'm out

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

asleep with that cotton mouth
Weed grow on plantation
Nuggets the size of rings
Got my head looking like a fatality
Got my drippin'
Gotta get away all this bullshit in my way
Knowing goddamn when the high go away
Same shit gon' be in my way
I'm a to the sticky icky
So nigga roll wit me
Been smoking blunts since high
Now look at all the bullshit I been
pass out, but we stayin up
Nigga gotta one eye open
nigga ain't tryna miss the next turn
Nigga roll up, then we smoking
I'm smoking on that ocho, got my mind on that
Sippin' on purple, got a nigga in slo-mo
Dipping in that molly, feel like I'm 100 on a Harley
Tell baby mama sorry, that was one night and please don't call me

I'm smoking, to back, 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 going on vacation
I'm smoking, back to back, back to back, to back
It's the blunt 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 coma
coma, I am in a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush
Kush coma, I am in a coma
Kush coma, I am in a coma
coma, I am in a kush coma