Luyện nghe bài hát Life Rolls On

day gone...

sittin in my room pullin on some tubes
no more bubble so i settled for the blue
snapped it through and my start to hurt
hold it in long it'll put your dick in the dirt
and people go bizerk tryin' to get hands on it
commonly heard phraze is, "Richter's got the chronic"
so i'm on it, matter of i'm on the top
can't fuck with me or the Killa Kali crops
like reebox yo i'm un
and the that i pack are un-pop able
so what you grow all i want to know is what
system you using you got the lights you need
you got a masters degree the weed ivy leagues
or you a cop without a just lookin for a lead

rolls on
its passin by eyes real fast
24 another day is passed
half of those said we'd last

hey loc i think its time to again fuck it
if you're gonna grow you better pick up your bucket
alright im comin ay yo grab some mountain dew (what)
a pack of zig and a couple of brews
i cruise in the blue too with the basetubes
i too got the big bumps keep my dumped
dont front on trunk stump on my bangin bus
we'll erupt on that blunts but turn that to dust
dusk to just like the modern day Cheech and Chong
Tim and Dustin on the smokin mad amounts of ganj
writtin songs playin we was young we don't belong
stealing cigarettes and bongs we was kids it on
but now we're both standing strong 2000 and
to dawns with the bomb used to to get along
was way back then and this is right now
we're on a mission to get it smoke and bone the out

life on
its by your eyes real fast
another 24 another day is
half of those said we'd never

420 ways to blaze
choose one it tastes when you smokin out the vape
haze sit back it'll put you in a trance
grab sack relax and throw your cap up on the hat rack
throw your up recline just chill
we just smoked a of the mother fuckin Kill
for hold it in now we goin on a ride
the bud inside aint nothing to fuck
santa cruz that we got at john's crib
the crip that you never find
the reason you can't find it in your city or your
it sits in my bedroom in piles and mounds
we got pounds and pounds that the world dont about
if i it yo they'd all be in the clouds
smoke em out a doubt
yo its not for the
its all for the head and gettin stoned with my