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 a pillow
(M-J!) G, I keeps it potent
Green-sticky that'll a buffalo chokin
Come and go with me, off in my Chevy thang
Doin 45, twistin steady mayn
to my low-key, safe-and-sound house
Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a out
I used to a secret spot up in my Range Rover
I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker
No discrimination my nigga, if you
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 around and all the folks was gone
I shoulda known that would leave when all the smoke was gone

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

[Verse 2 -
Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that
rap nigga, full-time weed smoker
Wake up, before I wash the crust up out my
I'm splittin a cigarillo, fiendin for my high
Break sticky down, roll it up, let it dry
my lighter, put it to the tip, then I
Inhale, and let the smoke fill up in my lungs
Hold it for a second, it out and get numb
A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for that
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 with me, wanna hit, better it slow
it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the flo'
Burn it all til' the bag empty
Now err'body gone, ain't here but me

[Verse 3 - Mike]
Yeah I smoke, and I
Yeah I pop, and I
see me on M.L. King
Burnin rubber, burnin
Might see me, envisions some pretty bitches, ballin g
Might see me, on T.V., live on stage with and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of
This is my personal nigga
This is not for work
Years ago, I was
smoke it, couldn't ride
Now I smoke that foreign
Now I push them rides
Flyin in G-4
Goin to do them shows
Givin 'em my foreign
Fuckin with them hoes
ya man at Amsterdam
Burnin of that kush
Haze and Indica
Now I'm vinegar
as hell my P.O. gon' pull me and make me piss in cups
But the man, I'm the man
Right now I'm in
cash, burnin hash
High like a
I get locked 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