Luyện nghe bài hát Last Blunt

"Do you know green?"

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

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

I know I'm flippin' since the last 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 have did the trick
She enjoyed it so I guess I have rocked the clit

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

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

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

And I'm willing to admit when provoked I smoke to cope
But if I didn't take a toke I'd be leadin' a revolt
So I make a mental note and to my
I decide I can't do shit the situation

Put the to my lips, flick the Bic and it's on hit
been my last blunt but I can't quit
'Cause then I have to deal with, some motherfuckin' real
Squeezin' me tighter than you gotta squeeze a tit
But on the flip tip I know I gotta get a
Even though in high school he 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 joints
That's why I been on the bench for marijuana to this

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

Caused by my yung, 'cause days like Beverly
Amazin' 'em back it's tried again, no roaches and no pins
Now I'm rhymes about gettin' on the wagon
And I get skittish when I 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 served this economic, like the gin and tonic
get moronic from the chronic bionic, and it's ironic
'Cause we're not fucked up, we're just gettin' fucked
Shit out of luck and we're stuck our mind in a muck

So don't duck the situation 'cause I used to smoke fat
'Til I figured out that the Ganjah was a
Wait a, minute, I get up in a funky situation
The Coup is coming through, and there's no

So what the fuck they say junk is good for meditation
If you smoke a sack, take Ex-Lax it's mental constipation
There's no hesitation when I'm talkin bout political
Stoppin government made afflictions and I have an addiction
a big contradiction so I must confront it
Cause no revolution gonna 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 a rumor Boots is gonna hit the Buddha
Mary Jane will be alone tonight the only of hit in sight
Comes Pam the Funkstress, give it to her