Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin out of Bud

[Verse 1 -
Break it down, outta the tip
to the 'rillo
Ain't no
Every month, I'ma smoke a
(M-J!) G, I keeps it potent
that'll keep a buffalo chokin
Come and go me, creep off in my Chevy thang
Doin 45, somethin steady mayn
Headed to my low-key, safe-and-sound
Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a out
I used to have a secret up in my Range Rover
Where I me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker
No discrimination my nigga, if you
But they still ain't 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 known that they would leave when all the smoke was gone

- 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 left
Nobody around
And I'm runnin bud
I'm outta bud
I'm runnin bud
I'm outta bud
I'm runnin bud
I gotta go to the sto'
Go to the corner
Go to the corner
Go to the corner

[Verse 2 -
Keep a fat bag, know I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, weed smoker
Wake up, before I the crust up out my eyes
I'm a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning high
that sticky 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 junkie for Marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regular, just straight
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 it slow
Seen it befo', I'ma be this bitch up off the flo'
Burn it all the whole bag empty
Now err'body gone, ain't nobody but me

[Verse 3 - Mike]
I smoke, and I drank
Yeah I pop, and I
see me on M.L. King
Burnin rubber, green
Might see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, g
Might see me, on T.V., live on with Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin a pound of purp'
This here is my nigga
This is not for work
ago, I was broke
Couldn't smoke it, couldn't
Now I smoke that foreign
Now I push them rides
in that G-4
Goin to do foreign shows
Givin 'em my foreign
with them foreign hoes
Catch ya man at
grams of that kush
Purple and Indica
Now I'm vinegar
Scared as hell my P.O. pull me and make me piss in cups
But the man, I'm the man
Right now I'm in
cash, burnin hash
High a sattelite
I might get up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin tonight

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