Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin out of Bud

[Verse 1 -
Break it down, straight the tip
to the 'rillo
Ain't no
Every month, I'ma a pillow
(M-J!) G, I it real potent
that'll keep a buffalo chokin
Come and go me, creep off in my Chevy thang
Doin 45, twistin steady mayn
to my low-key, safe-and-sound house
Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and a pound out
I used to have a secret up in my Range Rover
I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker
No my nigga, if you broke
But they still ain't to good smoke
B.Y.O.B, ya own bud
Contribute to the pot, or do ya own
But then I looked around and noticed all the folks was
I shoulda known that they leave when all the smoke was gone

- singing]
Man, my is smoked up
Man, my is smoked up
Man, my weed is up
Man, my is smoked up
ain't nobody left around
Nobody left
Nobody left
Nobody left
Nobody around
And I'm runnin bud
I'm runnin bud
I'm outta bud
I'm runnin bud
I'm outta bud
I go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner
Go to the sto'
Go to the sto'

2 - Eightball]
Keep a fat bag, boys know I got choker
Part-time rap nigga, full-time weed
Wake up, before I the crust up out my eyes
I'm splittin a cigarillo, fiendin for my high
Break sticky down, roll it up, let it dry
my lighter, put it to the tip, then I
Inhale, and let the smoke smoke fill up in my
it for a second, blow it out and get numb
A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for that
No mid-grade, or no regular, just chronic
At least four-hundred, for a zip, if touch it
See I'ma smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no
Now mama with me, wanna hit, better it slow
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this up off the flo'
Burn it all til' the whole bag
Now err'body gone, ain't nobody but me

[Verse 3 - Killer
Yeah I smoke, and I
Yeah I pop, and I
see me on M.L. King
Burnin rubber, green
see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, ballin g
Might see me, on T.V., live on with Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a of purp'
This is my personal nigga
This is not for work
Years ago, I was
smoke it, couldn't ride
Now I smoke that weed
Now I them foreign rides
in that G-4
Goin to do them foreign
Givin 'em my foreign
Fuckin with them hoes
Catch ya man at
Burnin of that kush
Purple Haze and
Now I'm vinegar
Scared as hell my P.O. gon' pull me and make me in cups
But the man, I'm the man
now I'm in Amsterdam
Spendin cash, hash
High like a
I might get locked up
But bitch, I'm gettin high

I get high
I'm get high
I wanna get
I'm get high
I wanna get
I'm gonna get