Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin out of Bud

[Verse 1 -
it down, straight outta the tip
Flockin to the
Ain't no
Every month, I'ma smoke a
(M-J!) G, I it real potent
Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo
Come and go me, creep off in my Chevy thang
45, twistin somethin steady mayn
Headed to my low-key, house
up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a pound out
I used to have a secret spot up in my Range
I kept me somethin 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
Contribute to the pot, or do ya own
But then I looked around and noticed all the folks was
I shoulda that they would leave when all the smoke was gone

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

2 - Eightball]
Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that
Part-time rap nigga, full-time weed
Wake up, before I wash the crust up out my
I'm a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning high
Break that sticky down, 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 for that Marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regular, just straight
At four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma touch it
See I'ma smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no
Now mama with me, wanna hit, better take it
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this up off the flo'
Burn it all the whole bag empty
Now err'body gone, nobody here but me

[Verse 3 - Killer
Yeah I smoke, and I
Yeah I pop, and I
Might see me on M.L.
rubber, burnin green
Might see me, envisions some pretty bitches, ballin g
Might see me, on T.V., live on stage with and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin a pound of purp'
This here is my personal
This here is not for
Years ago, I was
Couldn't it, couldn't ride
Now I smoke that foreign
Now I push foreign rides
Flyin in G-4
Goin to do them shows
Givin 'em my clothes
Fuckin them foreign hoes
Catch ya man at
Burnin of that kush
Haze and Indica
Now I'm vinegar
Scared as hell my P.O. gon' pull me and 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 locked up
But bitch, I'm gettin tonight

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