Luyện nghe bài hát Mrsesame Seed - Violent J And Abk

(intro)
"naw man not this fuk ass."
"dont let him it up."
"no man we tight you go ahead and smoke all to yourself dawg"
(verse)
he comes in his ice cream truck once again,
sellin bags of bullshit when its end?
haven little ass kids that dont any better,
bags of mud dust and calling it shredder.
you could eat ur just pop it in like popcorn,
its alll seeds and its god damn wrong.
i chace fags like u u show me the bag,
for tryin to insult me smarts this fucking shwag.
i smoke and get so high i cant see,
come and then i got your ass standing before me,
with a bag of barn floor like "tryin to one up".
mr. sesame seed ass shut up u need punch,
for headache hit that i took fuck off my jock before i rock ur block.
and send u back to ur connect ur eyes swollen money gone but ur weed aint stolin.
"keep shit"
(chorus)
mr. seed theres somthing wrong wich yo bag,
its seed than its weed,
stems and sticks out to had.
a man tell me what the fuck is wrong wich u?
"fuck is wrong you?"
bitch ass motherfucker what the is wronge wich you?
"fuck is wronge you?"
(verse)
seed no bun for a bag,
instead of weed you should it little pebbles and crack.
what? you got a bag of mixed with dirt.
why is it that every i smoke my nose bleed and head hurt?
i aint buying ur shit no i swear,
need the stickey icky green with the white glare.
"keep steppen".
cant here.
dont need blunts poppin burning facial hair,
i would rather quit smoking then buy ur drama in my sleep about the seed man monster.
chaceing me serving me up.
weasle goes pop when the pipes lit up.
when now ur ache old thing,
pillow case all bloody with my on sting.
im but what can i do?
weed man be whats wrong wich you?
(chours)

(verse)
i seen the artificial man selling bags of trick,
it was just crumb without the straight up bullshit.
i the car over and i beat his ass down,
for even to sell it even at a hundred a pound.
we rid the earth its wrong it exests.
eather way we end up smoking his shit.
all u over rideing fockers all u is seeds.
and ur shit look a fucking bag of rice crispies.
my man gets the shit and poured it from his suit.
and these rainforest on spinning 24's,
and u around the neighborhood on a unicycle,
sellin that rong to who dont know right, though.
so get bitched slaped off it and cough up them bags,
im at ur weed sack bitch u eatin that,
im beating ass for them headache bags,
its cause cause u people even smoke like shagg.
"thats the fuck im sayin man. yall motherfuckers sell some drankey ass shit man. yall stems and steeds and shit. if im gunna smoke im gunna smoke some premium"
(chours)
(verse)
i need no sesame seed.
i need no stickes and hay.
u aint gunna sell that shit that weeds more like a away.
raffel it off to little for there school lunch change.
walking through the hood selling joints of bird seed grain.
all raspy cloths really stink.
smelling like a bond what u think.
and got the nerve to ask ive been.
far the fuck from u and ur bag of peanut friends.
no feelings but your shit sucks.
after breaking down an ounce i got 3 blunts.
so fuck u weed man sellin.
im not a snitch but im in the mood for tellin.
(chours)