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 a buffalo chokin
Come and go with me, creep off in my Chevy
45, twistin 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 spot up in my Rover
I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker
No my nigga, if you broke
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 around and noticed all the folks was gone
I shoulda known that they would leave when all the smoke was

[Hook -
Man, my weed is up
Man, my is smoked up
Man, my weed is up
Man, my is smoked up
There ain't left around
left around
Nobody left
Nobody left
left around
And I'm runnin bud
I'm outta bud
I'm runnin bud
I'm runnin bud
I'm runnin bud
I gotta go to the sto'
Go to the corner
Go to the corner
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 crust up out my
I'm a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning high
Break that sticky down, it up, let it dry
Strike my lighter, put it to the tip, 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 that
No mid-grade, or no regular, straight chronic
At least four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma it
See I'ma smoke it if I like it, I got no budget
Now with me, wanna hit, better take it slow
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin bitch up off the flo'
Burn it all the whole bag empty
Now err'body gone, nobody here but me

[Verse 3 - Mike]
I smoke, and I drank
Yeah I pop, and I
see me on M.L. King
Burnin rubber, burnin
Might see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, g
Might see me, on T.V., live on with Ball and G
heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of purp'
This is my personal nigga
This here is not for
ago, I was broke
Couldn't smoke it, ride
Now I smoke foreign weed
Now I push foreign rides
in that G-4
Goin to do them foreign
Givin 'em my clothes
Fuckin with foreign hoes
ya man at Amsterdam
Burnin grams of kush
Haze and Indica
Now I'm drinkin
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, burnin
High like a
I get locked up tomorrow
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