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 it real potent
Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo
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 a pound out
I used to have a secret spot up in my Rover
Where I kept me rolled, I'ma chain smoker
No discrimination my nigga, if you
But still ain't attributed to good smoke
B.Y.O.B, ya own bud
to the pot, or do ya own drugs
But then I around and noticed all the folks was gone
I shoulda known that they would leave 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 ain't left around
left around
Nobody around
Nobody left
left around
And I'm runnin bud
I'm outta bud
I'm outta bud
I'm runnin bud
I'm outta bud
I gotta go to the 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 smoker
up, before I wash the crust up out my eyes
I'm splittin a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning
that sticky down, roll it up, let it dry
Strike my lighter, put it to the tip, I
Inhale, and let the smoke fill 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 I'ma smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no
Now mama me, wanna hit, better take 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 here but me

[Verse 3 - Killer
I smoke, and I drank
Yeah I pop, and I
see me on M.L. King
Burnin rubber, green
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 a pound of purp'
This here is my personal
This is not for work
Years ago, I was
Couldn't smoke it, couldn't
Now I smoke foreign weed
Now I push foreign rides
Flyin in G-4
to do them foreign shows
Givin 'em my foreign
with them foreign hoes
Catch ya man at
Burnin grams of that
Purple Haze and
Now I'm drinkin
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, hash
like a sattelite
I might get up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin tonight

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