Luyện nghe bài hát Runnin out of Bud

[Verse 1 -
Break it down, straight the tip
to the 'rillo
Ain't no
Every month, I'ma a pillow
(M-J!) G, I keeps it potent
Green-sticky that'll keep a chokin
and go with me, creep off in my Chevy thang
Doin 45, twistin steady mayn
Headed to my low-key, safe-and-sound
up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a pound out
I to have a secret spot up in my Range Rover
Where I kept me somethin rolled, chain smoker
No my nigga, if you broke
But they still ain't attributed to smoke
B.Y.O.B, ya own bud
to the pot, or do ya own drugs
But then I looked and noticed all the folks was gone
I shoulda known that they would leave when all the was gone

- singing]
Man, my weed is up
Man, my weed is up
Man, my weed is up
Man, my weed is up
There ain't nobody around
Nobody around
left around
Nobody left
Nobody left
And I'm outta bud
I'm outta bud
I'm outta 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, know I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, full-time weed
Wake up, I wash 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
Hold it for a second, blow it out and get
A drug-addict, I'm a for that Marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regular, just straight
At least four-hundred, for a zip, if touch it
See I'ma smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no
Now mama with me, hit, better take it slow
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the
Burn it all the whole bag empty
Now gone, ain't nobody here but me

[Verse 3 - Killer
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., on stage with Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin a pound of purp'
here is my personal nigga
This is not for work
Years ago, I was
Couldn't it, couldn't ride
Now I that foreign weed
Now I push foreign rides
in that G-4
Goin to do them shows
Givin 'em my clothes
with them foreign hoes
Catch ya man at
Burnin of that kush
Purple and Indica
Now I'm drinkin
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, hash
High a sattelite
I might get locked up
But bitch, I'm gettin high

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