Luyện nghe bài hát Marijuana Man

Y'all who I is
Man!

[Verse 1 - Ortiz]
Ok, I got the pot in town
But before you get me, boy
I want you to shop
So when you come this way
You you dealing with that piff
I'm a of the spliffs
No ands, or ifs
It's magazine haze from down MIA
I got 5 G's a P, worry what I pay
Put 20?s in a bag
your 50?s in a jar
Made could move hundreds
If they up to par
I drive a nice car off the strength of plant
Just breaking up a bud'll your fingers all damp
I'm Ray? treated like
And my shit stamped
it ? everything I love all you need is one bud
To up your camp
On the grind all the
Y'all be knowing my
be hating how I'm moving them trees
But I stop, that pot keep knots in my pocket
Unless I get or knocked, y'all not gon knock it
Who I'm is?

x2]
Marijuana man, as a Marley man
20 in my right, nice philly in my hand
I'm a man, I'm just tryna double, man
a couple hundred grand
Keep everybody man

2 - Joell Ortiz]
I got it all
kind of smoke are you trying to do?
Looking for sweet and smooth?
Right way: I'll show you them blues
The best part about this, go ahead and toss it on scale
this only a .7, this bud is puffy as hell
Want something a stronger?
I got something that'll you
Follow me over - see that right there?
Yeah, that's purple
The bud's a tighter
And I"m sure smelling fumes
It tastes just like it and that high?
It packs a peww, now this fella right
He's both fluffy and he's
His nickname is "Albino", he's a rhino and white
I'd leave him in a jar so could see him and get hyped
he's drenched in THC
Looks like a tree with lights
And last but not least: he's green
But he can push! Grand-daddy of all
at his swoosh, they call his "Kush"
Now it a little more - but my oh my will this one go
And so you have it bro
Last thing left it get this
Who I is?

[Verse 3 - Ortiz]
You can dabble the other stuff
And made a lot of
But a couple guys I knew got hit with like the Raiders
Real stand-up dudes, they ain't mention a player
So I switched hustles - cash ain't as
But it's much
I'm in and out of
Without half of the risk
A case is like a bracelet
Little on the wrist
But enough about locked
Cause ain't getting caught
Everybody guaped
The whole smoking pot, baby!