Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin out of Bud

[Verse 1 -
Break it down, outta the tip
Flockin to the
Ain't no
Every month, I'ma smoke a
(M-J!) G, I it real potent
that'll keep a buffalo chokin
Come and go with me, off in my Chevy thang
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 spot up in my Range Rover
Where I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma smoker
No my nigga, if you broke
But they still 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 known that they would leave when all the smoke was gone

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

2 - Eightball]
Keep a fat bag, boys I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, weed smoker
Wake up, before I wash the up out my eyes
I'm splittin a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning
Break that sticky down, it up, let it dry
my lighter, put it to the tip, then I
Inhale, and let the smoke smoke up in my lungs
it for a second, blow it out and get numb
A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for Marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regular, just straight
At least four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma it
See I'ma smoke it if I it, I ain't got no budget
Now mama with me, hit, better take it slow
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the
Burn it all til' the whole bag
Now err'body gone, ain't nobody but me

[Verse 3 - Mike]
Yeah I smoke, and I
I pop, and I lean
Might see me on M.L.
Burnin rubber, green
see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, ballin g
Might see me, on T.V., live on stage Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of
This is my personal nigga
This here is not for
Years ago, I was
smoke it, couldn't ride
Now I that foreign weed
Now I push them rides
Flyin in G-4
to do them foreign shows
Givin 'em my foreign
with them foreign hoes
Catch ya man at
Burnin of that 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
High a sattelite
I might get up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm high tonight

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