Luyện nghe bài hát Last Blunt

"Do you what's green?"

Last night I puffed on my last blunt, that was a stupid stunt
'Cause I done said ten times befo'
That when my life has 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
Speakin' with a stunt, stagger preachin' with a southern drawl
sounds like Jimmy Swaggart coughed and played it off

Said I know I'm flippin' since the last one G my laces are
So you can't trip with me, I remember 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 guess I have rocked the clit

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

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

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

And I'm willing to admit that provoked I smoke to cope
But if I didn't a toke I'd be leadin' a street revolt
So I make a mental and to my frustration
I decide I do shit about the situation

Put the spliff to my lips, flick the Bic and on hit
Coulda my last blunt but I can't quit
'Cause I have to deal with, some motherfuckin' real shit
Squeezin' me tighter 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 spit like I thought it was worth somethin'
My can't take no more, no future in my frontin'
But it's rough when you grow up and the tough men roll
That's why I on the bench for marijuana to this point

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

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

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

So don't duck the situation 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 through, and there's no hallucination

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

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

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