Luyện nghe bài hát Light It Up

Ole coming at your life
Direct with the fattest joint
in with indo flavors
From Buddha, comin' at you like in '95

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

Where the fuck are my Zig Zags and my
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, tokable
I got the
And the Bombay shit tokable
I do a joint venture

Let me make sure there no lump
In the goddamn
The joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and still get

Roll it up, light it up, 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, 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

East Coast hittin' blunt West Coast
that honey-dipped marijuana joint
And I want another hit, roll it up, light it up, it up
I wanna stimulate my mind so I 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 true to the
(Mota)
As I keep runnin' the chota
Gimme that weed, fool, and 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, smoke it up, inhale,
Roll it up, light it up, 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 the funk
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the