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 that all to yourself dawg"
(verse)
he comes in his ice cream truck once again,
sellin bags of bullshit its gunna end?
haven little ass kids dont know any better,
bags of mud dust and calling it shredder.
you could eat ur just pop it in like popcorn,
because its alll and its god damn wrong.
i chace fags like u u show me the bag,
for tryin to insult me smarts with this shwag.
i smoke and get so high i cant 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 headache hit that i took fuck off my jock i rock ur block.
and send u back to ur connect with ur swollen money gone but ur weed aint stolin.
"keep shit"
(chorus)
mr. sesame seed theres somthing wich yo bag,
its more than its weed,
more stems and out to had.
a man tell me what the fuck is wrong wich u?
"fuck is wich 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 it little pebbles and crack.
what? you got a bag of jawbreakers with dirt.
why is it that every time i smoke my nose and head hurt?
i aint buying ur no more 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 nightmares in my sleep about the man monster.
chaceing me serving me up.
seed weasle goes pop when the lit up.
when now ur ache old thing,
pillow case all bloody with my on sting.
im aggravated but can i do?
weed man wanna be whats wich you?
(chours)

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