Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin out of Bud

1 - MJG]
Break it down, outta the tip
Flockin to the
no secret
Every month, smoke a pillow
(M-J!) G, I it real potent
Green-sticky keep a buffalo chokin
Come and go with me, creep off in my Chevy
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 a secret spot up in my Range Rover
Where I kept me rolled, I'ma chain smoker
No my nigga, if you broke
But still ain't attributed to good smoke
B.Y.O.B, ya own bud
Contribute to the pot, or do ya own
But I looked around and noticed all the folks was gone
I shoulda known that they would leave when all the smoke was

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

2 - Eightball]
Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that
rap nigga, full-time weed smoker
Wake up, before I the crust up out my eyes
I'm a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning high
Break that 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 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 mama me, wanna hit, better take it slow
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the
Burn it all til' the bag empty
Now err'body gone, ain't nobody but me

[Verse 3 - Killer
Yeah I smoke, and I
Yeah I pop, and I
Might see me on M.L.
Burnin rubber, burnin
Might see me, with 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 pound of
This here is my nigga
This here is not for
ago, I was broke
Couldn't it, couldn't ride
Now I smoke that foreign
Now I push them foreign
in that G-4
Goin to do foreign shows
Givin 'em my clothes
Fuckin them foreign hoes
ya man at Amsterdam
Burnin grams of kush
Purple and Indica
Now I'm vinegar
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, burnin
like a sattelite
I might get up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin high

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