Luyện nghe bài hát My Smokin' Song

This is my song
It very long, but guaranteed to get the job done
one, what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd to blaze you high as the sky
But it hot, how hot, so hot ya brain, about to fry

is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but to get the job done
one, what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd to blaze you high as the sky
But it hot, Wyte how hot, so hot ya brain, to fry

it out, I roll with Swisher Sweets
And all day long, I'm down to
it comes to chiefin' dope, it's got to be dro to make me choke
What's the word up on the low, let you know soon as I hear

That dro gon' take a few hours but I got ups on that pure
you want player, what you need comes to you
No stems or seeds, it up just as quickly as you get it
And you will see Sweets and greenery

Gon' you floatin' like the sea
Carribean Islands where I find them dope dealers me
I got no time for yo bullshit you say you ain't got my goods
Check yo references and find out I'm in the hood

Give me bab, I wish you would, you'll see just how Wyte work
Say you pushin' chicken, bag it up let's watch it twurk
If some dirt, then you'll get no cheese in return when I come back
The only reason I do that, is to get a on my stack

But if it's fire, I'm comin' back to get some mo and that's a
Bet's the believe it's got to be goody green
That's where at

This is my song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job
Smoke one, the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd to blaze you high as the sky
But it hot, Wyte how hot, so hot ya brain, to fry

is my smokin' song
It ain't long, but guaranteed to get the job done
one, what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd love to blaze you as the sky
But it hot, Wyte how hot, so hot ya brain, to fry

So you got a key of some that California chronic
If it's I'm jumpin' on it and if it ain't, I'm bouncin' off it
It ain't no comin' back, a big ole bag of Bobby Brown
Soon as get that shit I'm Frayser bound and to smoke a pound

I never frown as long as that Jane is all up in my system
Too bad, you them, what
Them six blunt that we turned to victims, on again
you got a two liter coke and a fifth of Hen

Steppin' in everywhere you go fallin'
'Cause you ten in the wind
Throwin' up nothin' but and bud
Slow ya dog you to fuck up

You gon' end up like the of them fools
Face down in the 'cause you got to buck
I got some problems just you do too
But there's always tomorrow, mo solve 'em

Pass me the blunt, I'm gettin' tired of hittin' on bottle
It's almost over for me and you, my ass about to out
One mo before I go, never mind
put that fuckin' dope out, I'm smoked out

And ain't no way, I'm gon' keep on a going
I should of been in bed a time ago
I it

is my smokin' song
It ain't very long, but guaranteed to get the job
one, what the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd to blaze you high as the sky
But it hot, Wyte how hot, so hot ya brain, to fry

This is my song
It ain't long, but guaranteed to get the job done
Smoke one, the fuck you waitin' on
Get high, I'd to blaze you high as the sky
But it hot, Wyte how hot, so hot ya brain, to fry