Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin out of Bud

[Verse 1 -
Break it down, straight the tip
to the 'rillo
Ain't no
month, I'ma smoke a pillow
(M-J!) G, I keeps it potent
Green-sticky that'll a buffalo chokin
Come and go me, creep off in my Chevy thang
45, twistin somethin steady mayn
Headed to my low-key, safe-and-sound
up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a pound out
I used to have a spot up in my Range Rover
Where I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma 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 noticed all the folks was
I shoulda known that they would when all the smoke was gone

[Hook -
Man, my weed is up
Man, my is smoked up
Man, my is smoked up
Man, my weed is up
There nobody left around
Nobody left
left around
Nobody left
left around
And I'm outta bud
I'm outta bud
I'm runnin bud
I'm runnin bud
I'm outta bud
I go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner
Go to the corner
Go to the corner

[Verse 2 -
a fat bag, boys know I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, full-time smoker
up, before I wash the crust up out my eyes
I'm splittin a cigarillo, fiendin for my 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 fill up in my
Hold it for a second, blow it out and get
A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for Marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regular, just chronic
At least four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma it
See I'ma it if I like it, I ain't got no budget
Now with me, wanna hit, better take it slow
it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the flo'
Burn it all til' the bag empty
Now err'body gone, ain't here but me

[Verse 3 - Mike]
Yeah I smoke, and I
Yeah I pop, and I
Might see me on M.L.
Burnin rubber, green
Might see me, envisions with pretty bitches, ballin g
see me, on T.V., live on stage with Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of
This is my personal nigga
here is not for work
Years ago, I was
Couldn't smoke it, ride
Now I smoke that foreign
Now I push foreign rides
Flyin in G-4
Goin to do them shows
Givin 'em my foreign
Fuckin with them hoes
Catch ya man at
Burnin grams of 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 get locked up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin high

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