Luyện nghe bài hát Last Blunt

"Do you what's green?"

Last night I puffed on my blunt, damn that was a stupid stunt
I done said this ten times befo'
That when my has come to a crescendo, I would let that indo go
But I'm kissin' it like I'm under the mistletoe

So here we go I'm workin' with the steady
with a stunt, steady stagger preachin' with a southern drawl
That sounds like Jimmy Swaggart coughed and it off

Said I know I'm flippin' since the one G my laces are tied
So you trip with me, I remember 1988 December
Someone said, "Puff on before you go up in her"
So I did it and I guess it must did the trick
She enjoyed it so I I must have rocked the clit

like a man and I loved her with an indo trip
Don't why, 'cause I couldn't even feel my dick
Ego trip lasted and I'm always gettin' blasted but drastic
'Cause that shit can help you get your ass kicked

Can't buy it with plastic so I'm off to drain the vein for
I get complaints, the neighbors say my house stink
Call myself a saint, I won't touch a bowl of food
I gives a fuck, just interrupt my Looney Tunes this afternoon

'Cause I can a job anytime
Step off my behind I'm in a Doobie Brothers state of
Run-D.M.C., AT&T, yo both 'Be Illin''
I smoked that blunt for last month's three hundred dollar

And I'm willing to admit that when I smoke to cope
But if I didn't take a toke I'd be a street revolt
So I a mental note and to my frustration
I decide I can't do shit about the

Put the spliff to my lips, flick the Bic and on hit
Coulda my last blunt but I can't quit
'Cause then I have to with, some motherfuckin' real shit
me tighter than you gotta squeeze a cow's tit
But on the flip tip I know I get a grip
though in high school he used to be hip

But shit I'm hockin' spit I thought it was worth somethin'
My throat can't take no more, no future in my
But it's rough you grow up and the tough men roll joints
That's why I been on the bench for marijuana to this

But it don't faze me though I it lackadaisical
It takes a while for ways to and get out of the old flow
But I'm an old bro, I passed two decades
I'm wearin' so my eyes don't reveal the red haze

Caused by my yung, 'cause days Frankie Beverly
'em back it's tried again, no roaches and no safety pins
Now I'm rhymes about gettin' on the wagon
And I get skittish when I of how the British
Put the opium in Asia, fat one to tactic

Gankin' black folks while daze ya, if you're gettin' perved
You're gettin' this economic, like the gin and tonic
Brothers get moronic from the bionic, and it's ironic
we're not gettin' fucked up, we're just gettin' fucked
Shit out of luck and stuck with our mind in a muck

So duck the situation 'cause I used to smoke fat Taylors
'Til I figured out the Ganjah was a jailor
Wait a, minute, while I get up in a funky
The Coup is coming through, and there's no

So the fuck they say that junk is good for meditation
If you a sack, take some Ex-Lax it's mental constipation
There's no hesitation when I'm talkin political friction
evictions government made afflictions and I have an addiction
That's a big contradiction so I confront it
Cause ain't no revolution come from a blunt

Put the down, ooh ooh
Put the down, ooh ooh

My partner's cousin's uncle got by a shooter
I'm depressed so there's a rumor Boots is hit the Buddha
Mary Jane will be alone tonight the only type of hit in
Comes from Pam the Funkstress, it to her