Luyện nghe bài hát Marijuana Man

Y'all who I is
Man!

[Verse 1 - Joell
Ok, I got the pot in town
But you get with me, boy
I want you to around
So when you come back way
You know you dealing with piff
I'm a of the spliffs
No ands, or ifs
It's them magazine haze down MIA
I got 5 G's a P, don't what I pay
Put 20?s in a bag
Slide 50?s in a jar
Made niggas could move
If hustled up to par
I drive a nice car off the strength of that
Just breaking up a bud'll have fingers all damp
I'm Ray? treated dope
And have my shit
Call it ? everything I all you need is one bud
To f-ck up your
On the all the time
be knowing my steez
Environmentalists be hating how I'm moving trees
But I can't stop, that pot keep in my pocket
Unless I get shot or knocked, not gon knock it
Who I'm is?

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Marijuana man, high as a man
20 in my right, nice philly in my hand
I'm a hustle man, I'm just double, man
Stack a hundred grand
Keep everybody man

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

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