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 life has come to a crescendo, I would let that go
But I'm still kissin' it like I'm the mistletoe

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

Said I know I'm flippin' since the one G my laces are tied
So you can't trip with me, I remember 1988
Someone said, "Puff on before you go up in her"
So I did it and I it must have did the trick
She enjoyed it so I guess I 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 gettin' but it's drastic
'Cause sometimes that shit can you get your ass kicked

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

'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 they 'Be Illin''
I that blunt for last month's three hundred dollar billin'

And I'm willing to 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 note and to my frustration
I I can't do shit about the situation

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

But shit I'm hockin' spit like I thought it was worth
My can't take no more, no future in my frontin'
But it's rough when you grow up and the tough men joints
why I been 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 grow and get out of the old
But I'm an old bro, I passed two decades
I'm shades so my eyes don't reveal the red haze

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

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

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

So the fuck they say that junk is good for meditation
If you smoke a sack, take some Ex-Lax it's constipation
There's no hesitation when I'm bout political friction
Stoppin evictions made afflictions and I have 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 a rumor Boots is gonna hit the Buddha
Mary Jane will be tonight the only type of hit in sight
Comes from Pam the Funkstress, it to her