Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin out of Bud

[Verse 1 -
Break it down, straight the tip
Flockin to the
no secret
Every month, smoke a pillow
(M-J!) G, I it real potent
Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo
and go with me, creep off in my Chevy thang
Doin 45, twistin steady mayn
Headed to my low-key, house
Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a out
I to have a secret spot up in my Range Rover
Where I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma smoker
No discrimination my nigga, if you
But they still ain't attributed to good
B.Y.O.B, ya own bud
to the pot, or do ya own drugs
But then I looked around and noticed all the folks was
I shoulda known that they 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 weed is up
ain't nobody left around
Nobody left
Nobody left
left around
Nobody left
And I'm outta bud
I'm outta bud
I'm outta bud
I'm runnin bud
I'm runnin bud
I gotta go to the sto'
Go to the sto'
Go to the corner
Go to the corner

2 - Eightball]
Keep a fat bag, know I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, full-time smoker
Wake up, before I wash the crust up out my
I'm splittin a cigarillo, fiendin for my 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
Hold it for a second, 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 touch it
See I'ma it if I like it, I ain't got no budget
Now mama with me, wanna hit, better take it
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the
Burn it all the whole bag empty
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, burnin
Might see me, envisions with some bitches, ballin g
Might see me, on T.V., live on stage with and G
Ridin in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of purp'
here is my personal nigga
This here is not for
ago, I was broke
Couldn't smoke it, couldn't
Now I smoke foreign weed
Now I them foreign rides
Flyin in G-4
Goin to do foreign shows
Givin 'em my foreign
Fuckin them foreign hoes
ya man at Amsterdam
Burnin grams of that
Purple and Indica
Now I'm vinegar
Scared as hell my P.O. gon' pull me and make me in cups
But the man, I'm the man
Right now I'm in
Spendin cash, burnin
High like a
I might get locked up
But bitch, I'm gettin tonight

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