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 its gunna end?
haven ass kids that dont know any better,
smoking of mud dust and calling 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 this fucking shwag.
i crumble and get so high i cant see,
come down and then i got your ass standing me,
with a bag of floor like "tryin to smoke one up".
mr. sesame fucking seed ass shut up u punch,
for every headache hit that i took fuck off my before i rock ur block.
and send u 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 than its weed,
more stems and out to had.
a man me somthing what the fuck is wrong wich u?
"fuck is wrong you?"
bitch ass motherfucker the fuck is wronge wich you?
"fuck is wich you?"
(verse)
seed no bun for a bag,
instead of weed you should call it pebbles and crack.
what? you got a bag of jawbreakers mixed dirt.
why is it that every time i my nose bleed and head hurt?
i buying ur shit no more i swear,
need the stickey icky green with the bright glare.
"keep steppen".
sell here.
dont need your poppin burning facial hair,
i would rather quit smoking then buy ur drama in my sleep about the seed man monster.
chaceing me down me up.
seed weasle goes pop the pipes lit up.
when now ur same old thing,
case all bloody with my head on sting.
im but what can i do?
weed man wanna be wrong wich you?
(chours)

(verse)
i seen the dope man selling bags of trick,
it was just crumb without the next up bullshit.
i the car over and i beat his ass down,
for trying to sell it even at a hundred a pound.
we rid the earth its wrong it exests.
eather way we end up smoking his shit.
all u over fockers all u gots is seeds.
and ur shit like a fucking bag of rice crispies.
my man gets the shit and poured it from his suit.
and these rainforest ridin on 24's,
and u ride the neighborhood on a unicycle,
sellin that rong to people who 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 u people dont even smoke like shagg.
"thats the fuck im sayin man. yall motherfuckers sell drankey ass shit man. yall sell stems and steeds and shit. if im gunna smoke im gunna smoke some premium"
(chours)
(verse)
i dont need no seed.
i dont need no and hay.
u aint gunna sell that shit weeds more like a give away.
raffel it off to little kids for there school change.
walking through the hood selling joints of bird seed grain.
voice all raspy really stink.
smelling like a bond fire u think.
and got the nerve to ask ive been.
far the fuck from u and ur bag of peanut friends.
no hard but your shit sucks.
after breaking an ounce i only got 3 blunts.
so fuck u man stop sellin.
im not a snitch but im in the mood for tellin.
(chours)