Luyện nghe bài hát Light It Up

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

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

Where the fuck are my Zig and my lighter?
So I can roll it and set it on
Damn, I I had scissors 'cause the shit is so sticky
it's getting on my fuckin' fingers

But smoke-able, double tokable
I got the
And the Bombay shit tokable
I wanna do a joint

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

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

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
I'm the freaka, the one who the funk

East Coast hittin' that blunt West
Hittin' that honey-dipped joint
And I want another hit, 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 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 runnin' from the
Gimme weed, fool, and your Zig Zags
Puto, don't be out on the big bag

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