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)
Here he comes in his ice cream once again,
sellin of bullshit when its gunna end?
haven little ass that dont know any better,
smoking bags of mud and calling it shredder.
you eat ur weed just pop it in like popcorn,
because its alll 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 i got your ass standing before me,
with a bag of barn floor like "tryin to one up".
mr. sesame fucking seed ass up u need punch,
for every headache hit that i took 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 somthing wrong wich yo bag,
its more seed its weed,
more stems and out to had.
a man tell me somthing what the is wrong wich u?
"fuck is wrong you?"
bitch ass motherfucker what the fuck is wich you?
"fuck is wich you?"
(verse)
sesame no bun for a bag,
of weed you should call it little pebbles and crack.
what? you got a bag of jawbreakers mixed dirt.
why is it every time i smoke my nose bleed and head hurt?
i buying ur shit no more i swear,
the stickey icky green with the bright white glare.
"keep steppen".
cant here.
dont need blunts poppin burning facial hair,
i would rather quit then buy ur drama nightmares in my sleep about the seed man monster.
chaceing me down me up.
weasle goes pop when the pipes lit up.
when now ur same old thing,
pillow case all with my head on sting.
im but what can i do?
man wanna be whats wrong wich you?
(chours)

(verse)
i seen the artificial dope man selling of trick,
it was just crumb the next straight up bullshit.
i pulled the car and i beat his ass down,
for even trying to sell it even at a a pound.
we must rid the its wrong it exests.
way we always 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 these rainforest on spinning 24's,
and u ride around the on a unicycle,
sellin rong to people who dont know right, though.
so get bitched off it and cough up them green bags,
im at ur weed sack bitch u eatin that,
im beating that ass for them 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 sell stems and steeds and shit. if im 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.
it off to little kids for there school lunch change.
walking the neighbor hood selling joints of bird seed grain.
voice all cloths really stink.
smelling a bond fire what u think.
and got the nerve to ask ive been.
far the fuck away u and ur bag of peanut friends.
no hard feelings but your sucks.
after down an ounce i only got 3 blunts.
so fuck u weed man sellin.
im not a fucking but im in the mood for tellin.
(chours)