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 a pillow
(M-J!) G, I it real potent
Green-sticky keep a buffalo chokin
Come and go with me, creep off in my thang
Doin 45, twistin somethin steady
Headed to my low-key, house
Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a out
I used to a secret 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 good
B.Y.O.B, ya own bud
Contribute to the pot, or do ya own
But then I looked around and noticed all the was gone
I shoulda known that they would leave when all the smoke was

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

[Verse 2 -
Keep a fat bag, know I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, weed smoker
Wake up, I wash the crust up out my eyes
I'm splittin a cigarillo, for my morning high
Break sticky down, roll it up, let it dry
my lighter, put it to the tip, then 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 four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma touch it
See I'ma smoke it if I like it, I got no budget
Now mama with me, wanna hit, better take it
Seen it befo', be gettin this bitch up off the flo'
it all til' the whole bag empty
Now err'body gone, nobody here but me

[Verse 3 - Killer
I smoke, and I drank
Yeah I pop, and I
Might see me on M.L.
Burnin rubber, burnin
Might see me, envisions some pretty bitches, ballin g
Might see me, on T.V., live on with Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a of purp'
This is my personal nigga
here is not for work
Years ago, I was
Couldn't it, couldn't ride
Now I that foreign weed
Now I push them foreign
in that G-4
Goin to do them foreign
Givin 'em my clothes
Fuckin them foreign hoes
ya man at Amsterdam
Burnin grams of that
Purple Haze and
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
Right now I'm in
Spendin cash, burnin
High like a
I might get locked up
But bitch, I'm high tonight

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