Luyện nghe bài hát Marijuano Locos (Stoned Raiders)

1 for trouble, 8 for the
7 to get ready when I'm off all my load
Funk, Monk, in the trunk
I got'cha, thumpin' so hard, up and the boulevard

I'm a natural-born cap-peela', illa
I'm the west coast it on, no one's reala'
Get'cha fix of the funk
A small dose of the skunk weed like it's to be

Move it up, move it on out, what'cha talkin' 'bout son
I got the first shot, and it's all over now, one under a groove
Smoke a pound for the strict of it, every time I make a
Smooth and togetha, raw like leatha, ain't out like a punk, neva

Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress
Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress

It's the numba one money
Money takea, few back I'm on a plane to Jamaica
a fat wada, talk shit
For the fool I'm about, I got the ruff shit

Hard bone breaka, Stoned Raider
In the Temple of Boom, to assume
Never be lettin' slide, no way
Bitch niggas can hide but, I'll they ass some day

it out, 1, 2, Cypress groove

Wherever you are, put'cha muthafuckin' in the air
Some dogs, like you pair
When I kick to the metro, lone clip, be around
this shit ain't over with yet

People can't my situation
Now they caught up in the Assassination
Fool, just take cover, it's all
When I ya off a chunk of this muthafucka

Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress
Check it out, 1, 2, groove
Check it out, 1, 2, Cypress