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 that all to dawg"
(verse)
Here he comes in his ice truck once again,
sellin of bullshit when its gunna end?
haven little ass kids that know any better,
smoking bags of mud dust and it shredder.
you eat ur weed just pop it in like popcorn,
because its seeds and its god damn wrong.
i chace like u when u show me the bag,
for to insult me smarts with this fucking shwag.
i smoke and get so high i cant see,
come down and then i got ass standing before me,
with a bag of barn floor like "tryin to one up".
mr. fucking seed ass shut 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 swollen money gone but ur weed stolin.
"keep shit"
(chorus)
mr. sesame seed theres somthing wrong yo bag,
its seed than its weed,
more and sticks out to had.
a man tell me what the fuck is wrong wich u?
"fuck is wich you?"
bitch ass motherfucker what the fuck is wronge you?
"fuck is wich 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 that every time i smoke my nose bleed and head
i aint buying ur shit no i swear,
the stickey icky green with the bright white glare.
"keep steppen".
cant here.
dont need your blunts burning facial hair,
i would rather quit smoking then buy ur drama nightmares in my 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 with my on sting.
im aggravated but can i do?
weed man wanna be wrong wich you?
(chours)

(verse)
i seen the artificial dope man bags of trick,
it was crumb without the next straight up bullshit.
i pulled the car and i beat his ass down,
for even trying to it even at a hundred a pound.
we must rid the earth its it exests.
way we always end up smoking his shit.
all u over rideing all u gots is seeds.
and ur look like a fucking bag of rice crispies.
my weed man the shit and poured it from his suit.
and these rainforest on spinning 24's,
and u ride the neighborhood on a unicycle,
sellin that to people 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 that ass for them bags,
its cause cause u dont even smoke like shagg.
"thats the fuck im sayin man. yall motherfuckers sell some drankey ass shit man. yall sell stems and steeds and shit. if im smoke im gunna smoke some premium"
(chours)
(verse)
i dont no sesame seed.
i dont need no and hay.
u aint gunna sell that shit that weeds more a give away.
raffel it off to kids for there school lunch change.
walking through the neighbor hood selling of bird seed grain.
voice all raspy cloths stink.
smelling like a bond fire u think.
and got the nerve to ask ive been.
far the away from u and ur bag of peanut friends.
no hard feelings but shit sucks.
after down an ounce i only got 3 blunts.
so u weed man stop sellin.
im not a snitch but im in the mood for tellin.
(chours)