Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin out of Bud

[Verse 1 -
Break it down, outta the tip
Flockin to the
no secret
Every month, I'ma smoke a
(M-J!) G, I keeps it potent
that'll keep a buffalo chokin
Come and go with me, off in my Chevy thang
Doin 45, twistin 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 Range
Where I 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 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 is smoked up
Man, my weed is up
There nobody left around
Nobody around
Nobody left
left around
Nobody around
And I'm outta bud
I'm outta bud
I'm outta bud
I'm outta bud
I'm runnin bud
I gotta go to the corner
Go to the corner
Go to the sto'
Go to the sto'

2 - Eightball]
Keep a fat bag, boys I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, full-time weed
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 smoke fill up in my
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 smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no budget
Now mama with me, wanna hit, better it slow
Seen it befo', be gettin this bitch 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
Might see me on M.L.
rubber, burnin green
Might see me, envisions with some bitches, ballin g
Might see me, on T.V., on stage with Ball and G
Ridin in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of purp'
This here is my personal
here is not for work
Years ago, I was
smoke it, couldn't ride
Now I smoke foreign weed
Now I push them rides
Flyin in G-4
Goin to do foreign shows
'em my foreign clothes
Fuckin them foreign hoes
ya man at Amsterdam
Burnin grams of kush
Purple Haze and
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
Right now I'm in
Spendin cash, hash
like a sattelite
I might get locked up
But bitch, I'm high tonight

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