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 of bullshit when its gunna end?
haven ass kids that dont know any better,
smoking of mud dust and calling it shredder.
you could eat ur weed just pop it in popcorn,
its alll seeds and its god damn wrong.
i chace fags like u when u me the bag,
for tryin to insult me with this fucking shwag.
i smoke crumble and get so i cant see,
come down and then i got your ass before me,
with a bag of barn like "tryin to smoke one up".
mr. sesame fucking seed ass up u need punch,
for every headache hit that i took fuck off my before i rock ur block.
and send u back to ur with ur eyes swollen money gone but ur weed aint stolin.
"keep shit"
(chorus)
mr. sesame seed somthing wrong wich yo bag,
its seed than its weed,
more stems and out to had.
a man tell me somthing what the fuck is wich u?
"fuck is wrong you?"
bitch ass motherfucker what the fuck is wronge wich
"fuck is wich 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 my nose bleed and head hurt?
i buying ur shit no more i swear,
need the icky green with the bright white glare.
"keep steppen".
sell here.
dont need your blunts burning facial hair,
i would rather quit smoking then buy ur drama nightmares in my about the seed man monster.
chaceing me down me up.
seed weasle goes pop the pipes lit up.
when now ur ache old thing,
pillow all bloody with my head on sting.
im but what can i do?
weed man wanna be whats wrong wich
(chours)

(verse)
i seen the artificial dope man bags of trick,
it was just crumb without the straight up bullshit.
i pulled the car over and i his ass down,
for even trying to it even at a hundred a pound.
we rid the earth its wrong 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 fucking bag of crispies.
my weed man gets the and poured it from his suit.
and these rainforest on spinning 24's,
and u ride the neighborhood on a unicycle,
sellin that rong to who dont know right, though.
so get bitched off it and cough up them green bags,
im eatin at ur sack bitch u eatin that,
im beating that ass for headache 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 gunna smoke im gunna smoke premium"
(chours)
(verse)
i dont need no seed.
i dont no stickes and hay.
u aint gunna sell that shit that more like a give away.
raffel it off to little kids for there lunch change.
through the neighbor hood selling joints of bird seed grain.
voice all cloths really stink.
smelling like a bond what u think.
and got the nerve to ask ive been.
far the fuck away 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 weed man sellin.
im not a fucking snitch but im in the for tellin.
(chours)