Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin out of Bud

[Verse 1 -
Break it down, outta the tip
Flockin to the
Ain't no
Every month, I'ma smoke a
(M-J!) G, I keeps it potent
Green-sticky that'll a buffalo chokin
Come and go with me, creep off in my thang
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 used to have a secret up in my Range Rover
I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker
No discrimination my nigga, if you
But they ain't attributed to good 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 would leave when all the was gone

[Hook -
Man, my weed is up
Man, my is smoked up
Man, my is smoked up
Man, my is smoked up
There ain't nobody around
left around
Nobody left
Nobody left
Nobody left
And I'm runnin bud
I'm runnin 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 weed
Wake up, before I wash the up out my eyes
I'm splittin a cigarillo, 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
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 I'ma it
See smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no budget
Now mama with me, wanna hit, better it slow
Seen it befo', I'ma be this bitch up off the flo'
it all til' the whole bag empty
Now err'body gone, nobody here but me

[Verse 3 - Killer
Yeah I smoke, and I
I pop, and I lean
Might see me on M.L.
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 with a of purp'
This here is my nigga
This here is not for
ago, I was broke
Couldn't smoke it, ride
Now I smoke that foreign
Now I push them rides
in that G-4
Goin to do them shows
Givin 'em my clothes
Fuckin with them foreign
Catch ya man at
Burnin grams of that
Purple and Indica
Now I'm vinegar
Scared as hell my P.O. gon' pull me and make me piss in
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 tonight

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