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 all to yourself dawg"
(verse)
Here he comes in his ice cream truck again,
sellin bags of bullshit its gunna end?
haven little ass that dont know any better,
smoking of mud dust and calling it shredder.
you could eat ur weed just pop it in popcorn,
because its seeds and its god damn wrong.
i chace fags like u when u me the bag,
for to insult me smarts with this fucking shwag.
i smoke crumble and get so i cant see,
down and then i got your ass standing before me,
with a bag of barn like "tryin to smoke one up".
mr. sesame seed ass shut up u need punch,
for headache hit that i took fuck off my jock before i rock ur block.
and send u back to ur connect with ur eyes swollen money but ur weed aint stolin.
"keep shit"
(chorus)
mr. sesame seed theres wrong wich yo bag,
its seed than its weed,
more stems and out to had.
a man tell me what the fuck is wrong wich u?
"fuck is wrong you?"
bitch ass motherfucker what the fuck is 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 mixed dirt.
why is it that every time i smoke my bleed and head hurt?
i aint buying ur no more i swear,
need the stickey green with the bright white glare.
"keep steppen".
sell here.
dont your blunts poppin burning facial hair,
i would rather quit smoking then buy ur drama in my sleep about the seed man monster.
chaceing me serving me up.
seed weasle pop when the pipes lit up.
now ur ache same old thing,
pillow case all bloody my head on sting.
im but what can i do?
weed man wanna be whats wich you?
(chours)

(verse)
i seen the dope man selling 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.
eather way we end up smoking his shit.
all u rideing fockers all u gots is seeds.
and ur shit look a fucking bag of rice crispies.
my weed man gets the shit and it from his suit.
and these rainforest ridin on 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 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 more a give away.
it off to little kids for there school lunch change.
walking the neighbor hood selling joints of bird seed grain.
voice all raspy cloths stink.
smelling like a bond fire u think.
and got the to ask where ive been.
far the fuck away from u and ur bag of friends.
no feelings but your shit sucks.
breaking 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)