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 you go ahead and smoke that all to yourself dawg"
(verse)
Here he comes in his ice cream truck again,
sellin bags of 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,
its alll seeds and its god damn wrong.
i chace fags like u u show me the bag,
for tryin to insult me smarts with fucking shwag.
i smoke crumble and get so high i see,
come down and then i got your ass before me,
with a bag of barn floor "tryin to smoke one up".
mr. fucking seed ass shut up u need punch,
for every hit that i took fuck off my jock before i rock ur block.
and u back to ur connect with ur eyes swollen money gone but ur weed aint stolin.
"keep shit"
(chorus)
mr. sesame seed theres wrong wich yo bag,
its more seed its weed,
stems and sticks out to had.
a man tell me somthing what the is wrong wich u?
"fuck is wrong you?"
ass motherfucker what the fuck is wronge wich you?
"fuck is wronge you?"
(verse)
sesame no bun for a bag,
instead of weed you call it little pebbles and crack.
what? you got a bag of mixed with dirt.
why is it that every time i smoke my nose and head hurt?
i buying ur shit no more i swear,
need the stickey icky green the bright white glare.
"keep steppen".
sell here.
dont need your blunts poppin facial hair,
i would rather quit then buy ur drama nightmares in my sleep about the seed man monster.
me down serving me up.
seed weasle goes pop the pipes lit up.
when now ur ache 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 artificial dope man selling of trick,
it was crumb without the next straight up bullshit.
i pulled the car and i beat his ass down,
for trying to sell it even at a hundred a pound.
we must rid the earth its it exests.
eather way we end up smoking his shit.
all u over rideing fockers all u is seeds.
and ur look like a fucking bag of rice crispies.
my weed man the shit 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 know right, though.
so get bitched slaped off it and cough up green bags,
im at ur weed sack bitch u eatin that,
im beating that ass for headache 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 need no sesame seed.
i dont no stickes 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 joints of bird grain.
voice all raspy really stink.
like a bond fire what u think.
and got the to ask where ive been.
far the away from u and ur bag of peanut friends.
no feelings but your shit sucks.
after down an ounce i only got 3 blunts.
so fuck u man stop sellin.
im not a fucking snitch but im in the for tellin.
(chours)