Luyện nghe bài hát Purple Rain

Caution, do not mix wit
It may drowsiness
Keep out of reach of children

I roll it back, crack a Dutch, a sizip
Get introduced to this drink that I
Promethazine, wit Thats my twizist
It might lean you to the left or make you
The Pearl Meth wit the Tuss some the mizix
Caught they physics and how they wanna dizip
Yo be careful, it ain't ya liquid

The first time you sip it, you mite get
Matter of fact, I know you're gonna get
'Cause it's so
Life Liquid, plus good for you're sickness
I used to watch my sip it
Goin itz that in my grand-mother's kitchen
in his lap, Grand-mom bitchin
Pocket full of scrap, scratchin and itchin

Back when they sip smoked Cheeba
Took doggys and two receive'ahs
This one is for my Mug Mixers
Who get up, my thick juice sippers
out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the three six
Yea, I know about them Texas
Who keep a in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the Xanax and the Sack, make me slack?
Cocktailed or v'd up, gettin cheesed up

Please blow my high
Don't my high
When I'm sippin' that purple
Don't my high
[Incomprehensible] me, you don't know my
Nigga, blow my high, don't blow my high
When I'm that purple rain
I know it makes 'em crazy, it keeps me

When back in '94 Screw still had his gate up
He called me to his house and he poured me a 8 up
I asked him what it was, he said, "Bun, get ya up
is lean, them white folks call it Promethazine"
Shit, but we gonna probably drink, dawg, cuz what we be doin' to it
Now take this Big Red and pour a 2 into it
I did 2's and 8's, what the fuck is you on?
He said, "Man, the ounces of cough syrup that you sippin' on"

So shit, I poured it I sipped it, then I some mo
I fired up a monster, and I hit that hoe
Started relaxin', shit and to my
I was noddin' out lookin' at the of my eyes
They to wake me up but shit, I just kept yawnin'
I fell out of my chair, woke up the next mornin'
God bless my nigga, it's then I been spoiled
On my white muddy cup of Texas tea, R

don't blow my high
Don't my high, no
I'm sippin' that purple rain
Don't blow my
me, you don't know my life
Nigga don't blow my high, don't my high
When I'm sippin' purple rain
I know it em crazy, keeps me lazy

I it back, crack a Dutch, have a sizip
Get introduced to this leaf in my
No stems, no seeds, no
The ultimate like Jimmy Hendrix
I like to roll up, tradition
Or burn a Peace Pipe, and Cythe like the
Or burn a big spliff, Bob Marley
Buffalo Soldier, Farey style

Smokes on pizurp, we on syzurp
Get it by the 8, by the pint or by the
Some take ya high or a down or a bizurp
Whatever you can stand, floats you're makes ya twizurp
Yes, I fucks wit you if you smoke on or sip on lean
Yea whatever, click or teen, strip for a
burn a spliff one time
Say bean and swing ya big body and Ima swing mine

don't blow my high
Now, blow my high
Don't blow my
When I'm sippin' that rain
Don't my high
good right now
[Incomprehensible] me, you don't my life
Nigga don't blow my high, don't my high

When I'm sippin' that purple
I it makes em crazy, it keeps me lazy

Oh mayne, to real syrup sippers
wit big white cups
Man, they doin' it mayne and 10 plus, mayne
to that boy Screw, my boy Fat Pat, boy Big Steve
My boy Big Melo rest in peace, boiz poured up real big mayne
When was here, you know what I'm sayin'
Wassup young pimp? We miss you mayne, come on
I'ma pour a pint for you
[Incomprehensible] got this year, mayne
I [Incomprehensible] enough yet

Yo, screwed up Click, we in
Manye hold up, I promise I'm [Incomprehensible]
up, wassup young Wee, the fingerz in here baby
Hey, ya'll gonna have to cut this off,
I'm, I can't do right now
Hey I'm, I'm out