Luyện nghe bài hát Marijuana Man

Y'all who I is
Man!

[Verse 1 - Ortiz]
Ok, I got the pot in town
But you get with me, boy
I you to shop around
So you come back this 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 hundreds
If hustled up to par
I a nice car off the strength of that plant
Just breaking up a bud'll your fingers all damp
I'm treated like dope
And have my stamped
it ? everything I love all you need is one bud
To up your camp
On the all the time
Y'all be knowing my
Environmentalists be hating how I'm moving them
But I can't stop, pot keep knots in my pocket
Unless I get shot or knocked, not gon knock it
Who I'm is?

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Marijuana man, as a Marley man
20 in my right, nice philly in my other
I'm a man, I'm just tryna double, man
Stack a couple hundred
everybody puffing man

[Verse 2 - Joell
I got it all
kind of smoke are you trying to do?
Looking for sweet and smooth?
Right this way: I'll you them blues
The best part this, go ahead and toss it on that scale
this only a .7, this bud is puffy as hell
Want a little stronger?
I got something hurt you
me over here - see that right 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 this fella here
He's fluffy and he's right
His nickname is "Albino", a rhino and he's white
I'd leave him in a jar so could see him and get hyped
Cause drenched in THC
Looks like a tree with Christmas
And last but not least: he's plain
But he can push! Grand-daddy of all
Look at his swoosh, they his "Kush"
Now it costs a little more - but my oh my this one go
And so you have it bro
Last thing left it get dough
Who I is?

[Verse 3 - Joell
You can dabble the other stuff
And made a lot of
But a couple guys I knew got hit numbers like the Raiders
Real stand-up dudes, ain't even mention a player
So I switched hustles - ain't as fast
But it's much
I'm in and out of
even half of the risk
A weed case is like a
Little on the wrist
But enough getting locked
ain't nobody getting caught
Everybody guaped
The whole world pot, baby!