Luyện nghe bài hát Light It Up

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

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

Where the are my Zig Zags and my lighter?
So I can roll it and set it on
Damn, I wish I had scissors 'cause the shit is so
That it's getting on my 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 there no lump
In the goddamn
The impregnated-looking joint, 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, 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

East Coast hittin' blunt West Coast
Hittin' that honey-dipped 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 that fat bag of and the broom
So I can get faded,
Smoked the down with my bro's and I ate it

I true to the yesca
(Mota)
As I keep from the chota
Gimme weed, fool, and your Zig Zags
Puto, don't be out on the big bag

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

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