Luyện nghe bài hát Last Blunt

"Do you what's green?"

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

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

I know I'm flippin' since the last one G my laces are tied
So you can't trip with me, I remember 1988
Someone said, "Puff on this you go up in her"
So I did it and I guess it must have did the
She enjoyed it so I I must have rocked the clit

Felt like a man and I loved her with an indo
Don't know why, 'cause I couldn't even my dick
Ego trip lasted and I'm always 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, the neighbors say my house stink
Call myself a saint, 'cause I won't touch a of food
I gives a fuck, don't interrupt my Looney Tunes this afternoon

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

And I'm to admit that 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 and to my frustration
I decide I can't do about the situation

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

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

But it don't faze me 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

Caused by my yung, 'cause 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 when I think of how the
Put the opium in Asia, fat one to that

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

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

So what the fuck 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 bout political
Stoppin evictions government made afflictions and I 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 Boots is gonna hit the Buddha
Mary Jane be alone tonight the only type of hit in sight
Comes from Pam the Funkstress, it to her