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 you go ahead and smoke that all to yourself dawg"
(verse)
Here he comes in his ice truck once 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 could eat ur just pop it in like popcorn,
its alll seeds and its god damn wrong.
i chace fags u when u show me the bag,
for tryin to insult me smarts with fucking shwag.
i smoke and get so high i cant see,
down and then i got your ass standing before me,
with a bag of floor like "tryin to smoke one up".
mr. sesame seed ass shut up u need punch,
for every headache hit i took fuck off my jock before i rock ur block.
and send u back to ur connect ur eyes swollen money gone but ur weed aint stolin.
"keep shit"
(chorus)
mr. sesame seed theres wrong wich yo bag,
its more seed its weed,
stems and sticks out to had.
a man tell me 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 call it little pebbles and crack.
what? you got a bag of jawbreakers with dirt.
why is it that every time i smoke my bleed and head 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 quit smoking then buy ur drama nightmares in my sleep about the seed man monster.
me down 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 wrong wich you?
(chours)

(verse)
i the artificial dope man selling bags of trick,
it was just crumb without the next 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.
eather way we end up smoking his shit.
all u rideing fockers all u gots is seeds.
and ur look like a fucking bag of rice crispies.
my weed man gets the and poured it from his suit.
and these rainforest ridin on 24's,
and u ride the neighborhood on a unicycle,
sellin rong to people who dont know right, though.
so get bitched slaped off it and up them green bags,
im at ur weed sack bitch u eatin that,
im beating that ass for them 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 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 like a away.
raffel it off to little kids for there school change.
walking through the neighbor hood selling of bird seed grain.
voice all raspy really stink.
smelling a bond fire what u think.
and got the to ask where ive been.
far the away from u and ur bag of peanut friends.
no hard feelings but shit sucks.
after down 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)