Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin out of Bud

[Verse 1 -
Break it down, outta the tip
Flockin to the
Ain't no
month, I'ma smoke a pillow
(M-J!) G, I keeps it potent
Green-sticky keep a buffalo chokin
Come and go with me, creep off in my thang
45, twistin somethin steady mayn
Headed to my low-key, house
Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a out
I used to have a secret up in my Range Rover
Where I me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker
No my nigga, if you broke
But they still attributed to good smoke
B.Y.O.B, ya own bud
to the pot, or do ya own drugs
But then I looked and noticed all the folks was gone
I shoulda known that they would when all the smoke was gone

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

2 - Eightball]
Keep a fat bag, boys know I got choker
Part-time rap nigga, full-time smoker
Wake up, before I wash the crust up out my
I'm a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning high
Break that down, roll it up, let it dry
Strike my lighter, put it to the tip, I
Inhale, and let the smoke smoke up in my lungs
it for a second, blow it out and get numb
A drug-addict, I'm a for that Marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regular, just straight
At least four-hundred, for a zip, if touch it
See smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no budget
Now mama with me, hit, better take it slow
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the
Burn it all til' the bag empty
Now gone, ain't nobody here but me

[Verse 3 - Mike]
I smoke, and I drank
Yeah I pop, and I
see me on M.L. King
Burnin rubber, burnin
Might see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, g
see me, on T.V., live on stage with Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a of purp'
This here is my nigga
here is not for work
Years ago, I was
Couldn't smoke it, ride
Now I smoke that weed
Now I them foreign rides
in that G-4
Goin to do foreign shows
'em my foreign clothes
Fuckin with them foreign
Catch ya man at
Burnin of that kush
Purple and Indica
Now I'm vinegar
Scared as hell my P.O. gon' me and make me piss in cups
But the man, I'm the man
now I'm in Amsterdam
Spendin cash, burnin
High a sattelite
I might get up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin high

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