Luyện nghe bài hát Light It Up

Ole coming at your life
Direct with the biggest joint
Coming in with indo
From Buddha, comin' at you this in '95

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

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 getting on my fuckin' fingers

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

Let me make sure ain't no lump
In the center
The impregnated-looking joint, it
I can smoke it and still get

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

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
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the

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

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

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

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale,
Roll it up, light it up, it up, inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up, inhale,
Roll it up, 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 the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who the funk