Luyện nghe bài hát Light It Up

Ole Buddah at your life
Direct with the biggest joint
Coming in with flavors
Buddha, comin' at you like this in '95

It's Friday morning, the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat sack
'Cause I get high like a plane
In the sky with the indo cloud in my

the fuck are my Zig Zags and my lighter?
So I can it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had 'cause the shit is so sticky
That it's on my fuckin' fingers

But it's smoke-able, tokable
I got the
And the shit that's tokable
I do a joint venture

Let me make sure ain't no lump
In the center
The joint, fuck it
I can it and still get faded

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale,
Roll it up, it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale,

I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the
I'm the freaka, the one who the funk

East Coast hittin' that West Coast
Hittin' honey-dipped marijuana joint
And I want hit, roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
I wanna stimulate my so I toke it up

Can I get a hit, can I get a
Gimme fat bag of weed and the broom
So I can get faded,
Smoked the joint down my bro's and I ate it

I stand true to the
(Mota)
As I keep from the chota
that weed, fool, and your Zig Zags
Puto, be holdin' out on the big bag

Roll it up, it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale
it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale, exhale

I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the
I'm the freaka, the one who the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the
I'm the freaka, the one who the funk