Luyện nghe bài hát Mrsesame Seed - Violent J And Abk

(intro)
"naw man not this fuk ass."
"dont let him it up."
"no man we tight you go and smoke that all to yourself dawg"
(verse)
Here he comes in his ice truck once again,
sellin bags of when its gunna end?
haven little ass kids that know any better,
bags of mud dust and calling it shredder.
you could eat ur weed pop it in like popcorn,
its alll seeds and its god damn wrong.
i chace like u when u show me the bag,
for to insult me smarts with this fucking shwag.
i smoke crumble and get so high i see,
down and then i got your ass standing before me,
with a bag of barn floor like "tryin to one up".
mr. sesame fucking ass shut 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 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 somthing what the fuck is wrong u?
"fuck is wrong 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 call it pebbles and crack.
what? you got a bag of jawbreakers with dirt.
why is it that every time i smoke my nose bleed and hurt?
i buying ur shit no more i swear,
need the stickey icky with the bright white glare.
"keep steppen".
sell here.
dont your blunts poppin burning facial hair,
i would rather smoking then buy ur drama nightmares 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,
pillow case all bloody with my on sting.
im aggravated but can i do?
weed man wanna be whats wrong wich
(chours)

(verse)
i the artificial dope man selling bags of trick,
it was just crumb without the next up bullshit.
i pulled the car and i beat his ass down,
for even trying to sell it at a hundred a pound.
we rid the earth its wrong it exests.
eather way we end up smoking his shit.
all u over rideing fockers all u 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 on spinning 24's,
and u ride around the on a unicycle,
sellin that rong to who dont know right, though.
so get bitched slaped off it and cough up them bags,
im eatin at ur sack bitch u eatin that,
im beating that ass for them bags,
its cause cause u people dont even like shagg.
"thats the fuck im man. yall motherfuckers sell some drankey ass shit 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 need no stickes and hay.
u aint gunna that shit that weeds more like a give away.
it off to little kids for there school lunch change.
walking through the neighbor hood selling of bird seed grain.
voice all cloths really stink.
smelling like a 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 breaking down an ounce i got 3 blunts.
so u weed man stop sellin.
im not a fucking snitch but im in the for tellin.
(chours)