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 ahead and smoke that all to dawg"
(verse)
Here he comes in his ice cream truck again,
sellin bags of bullshit when its end?
haven little ass kids that know any better,
smoking bags of mud dust and it shredder.
you could eat ur weed just pop it in popcorn,
because its alll and its god damn wrong.
i fags like u when u show me the bag,
for tryin to me smarts with this fucking shwag.
i smoke and get so high i cant see,
come down and i got your ass standing before me,
a bag of barn floor like "tryin to smoke one up".
mr. fucking seed ass shut up u need punch,
for every headache hit that i took fuck off my jock 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. seed theres somthing wrong wich yo bag,
its more than its weed,
stems and sticks out to had.
a man tell me what the fuck is wrong wich u?
"fuck is wich you?"
ass motherfucker what the fuck is wronge wich you?
"fuck is wronge 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 aint buying ur shit no i swear,
need the stickey icky green the bright white glare.
"keep steppen".
cant here.
dont need your blunts poppin facial hair,
i rather quit smoking then buy ur drama nightmares in my sleep about the seed man monster.
me down serving me up.
seed weasle goes pop when the lit up.
when now ur same old thing,
case all bloody with my head on sting.
im aggravated but can i do?
weed man be whats wrong wich you?
(chours)

(verse)
i seen the artificial dope man selling 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 must rid the earth its it exests.
eather way we always end up his shit.
all u over rideing fockers all u is seeds.
and ur shit look like a bag of rice crispies.
my weed man 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 dont right, though.
so get bitched slaped off it and up them green bags,
im eatin at ur weed sack u eatin that,
im that ass for them headache bags,
its cause u people 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 need no sesame seed.
i dont no stickes and hay.
u gunna sell that shit that weeds more like a give away.
raffel it off to little kids for there school change.
walking through the neighbor selling joints of bird seed grain.
all raspy 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 feelings but your sucks.
after breaking an ounce i only got 3 blunts.
so u weed man stop sellin.
im not a fucking snitch but im in the for tellin.
(chours)