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 you go ahead and smoke that all to yourself dawg"
(verse)
Here he comes in his ice cream truck again,
sellin bags of bullshit when its end?
little ass kids that dont know any better,
smoking bags of mud dust and it shredder.
you could eat ur weed pop it in like popcorn,
because its alll and its god damn wrong.
i chace like u when u show me the bag,
for tryin to insult me smarts with this shwag.
i crumble and get so high i cant see,
down and then i got your ass standing 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 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 theres somthing wrong wich yo bag,
its more seed its weed,
more and sticks out to had.
a man me somthing what the fuck is wrong wich u?
"fuck is wich you?"
bitch ass motherfucker what the fuck is wich you?
"fuck is wronge you?"
(verse)
seed no bun for a bag,
instead of weed you should it little pebbles and crack.
you got a bag of jawbreakers mixed with dirt.
why is it that every i smoke my nose bleed and head hurt?
i aint buying ur shit no i swear,
need the stickey icky green with the white glare.
"keep steppen".
cant here.
need your blunts poppin burning facial hair,
i would rather quit smoking then buy ur drama nightmares in my sleep about the man monster.
me down serving me up.
seed weasle goes pop the pipes lit up.
now ur ache same old thing,
pillow case all with my head on sting.
im but what can i do?
weed man be whats wrong wich you?
(chours)

(verse)
i seen the dope man selling bags 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 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 shit look like a bag of rice crispies.
my man gets the shit and poured it from his suit.
and these rainforest on spinning 24's,
and u around the neighborhood on a unicycle,
sellin that rong to people who dont right, though.
so get slaped off it and cough up them green bags,
im eatin at ur sack bitch u eatin that,
im beating ass for them headache bags,
its cause cause u people dont smoke like shagg.
"thats the fuck im sayin man. yall motherfuckers sell some drankey ass shit man. 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 shit that weeds more like a give away.
raffel it off to little kids for 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 fuck away 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 weed man sellin.
im not a snitch but im in the mood for tellin.
(chours)