Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin out of Bud

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

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

2 - Eightball]
Keep a fat bag, boys I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, full-time smoker
Wake up, I wash the crust up out my eyes
I'm a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning high
Break that down, roll it up, let it dry
my lighter, put it to the tip, then I
Inhale, and let the smoke fill up in my lungs
Hold it for a second, 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 I'ma it
See smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no budget
Now mama me, wanna hit, better take it slow
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the
Burn it all the whole bag empty
Now err'body gone, 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 some pretty bitches, ballin g
see me, on T.V., live on stage with Ball and G
Ridin in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of purp'
This here is my nigga
This is not for work
Years ago, I was
Couldn't it, couldn't ride
Now I that foreign weed
Now I push foreign rides
Flyin in G-4
Goin to do them foreign
'em my foreign clothes
Fuckin them foreign hoes
Catch ya man at
Burnin of that kush
Purple and Indica
Now I'm drinkin
Scared as hell my P.O. gon' pull me and make me piss in
But the man, I'm the man
Right now I'm in
Spendin cash, burnin
like a sattelite
I might get up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin high

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