Luyện nghe bài hát Mrsesame Seed - Violent J And Abk

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

(verse)
i seen the dope man selling bags of trick,
it was just without the next straight up bullshit.
i pulled the car over and i his ass down,
for even trying to sell it at a hundred a pound.
we must rid the its wrong it exests.
eather way we always end up his shit.
all u rideing fockers all u gots is seeds.
and ur shit like a fucking bag of rice crispies.
my weed man gets the and poured it from his suit.
and rainforest ridin on spinning 24's,
and u ride around the on a unicycle,
sellin that rong to people who dont right, though.
so get bitched slaped off it and up them green bags,
im eatin at ur weed bitch u eatin that,
im beating that ass for headache bags,
its cause cause u people dont smoke like shagg.
"thats the fuck im man. yall motherfuckers sell some drankey ass shit man. yall sell 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 a give away.
raffel it off to little kids for school lunch change.
walking the neighbor hood selling joints of bird seed grain.
voice all raspy really stink.
smelling a bond fire what u think.
and got the to ask where ive been.
far the fuck away u and ur bag of peanut friends.
no hard feelings but shit sucks.
after breaking down an i only got 3 blunts.
so fuck u weed man sellin.
im not a fucking but im in the mood for tellin.
(chours)