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 smoke a
(M-J!) G, I it real potent
Green-sticky that'll a buffalo chokin
Come and go 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 used to have a secret spot up in my Range
Where I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma smoker
No my nigga, if you broke
But they ain't attributed to good smoke
B.Y.O.B, ya own bud
Contribute to the pot, or do ya own
But then I around and noticed all the folks was gone
I shoulda known that would leave when all the smoke was gone

- singing]
Man, my weed is up
Man, my is smoked up
Man, my is smoked up
Man, my is smoked up
ain't nobody left around
Nobody around
Nobody left
Nobody around
left around
And I'm outta bud
I'm outta 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 sto'

2 - Eightball]
Keep a fat bag, boys know I got choker
rap nigga, full-time weed smoker
Wake up, before I wash the up out my eyes
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 smoke fill up in my
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 chronic
At least four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma it
See I'ma smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no
Now mama with me, wanna hit, take it slow
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this up off the flo'
Burn it all til' the bag empty
Now err'body gone, nobody here but me

[Verse 3 - Mike]
Yeah I smoke, and I
Yeah I pop, and I
see me on M.L. King
Burnin rubber, green
Might see me, envisions with some bitches, ballin g
Might see me, on T.V., live on stage Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, with a pound of purp'
This here is my nigga
here is not for work
Years ago, I was
smoke it, couldn't ride
Now I that foreign weed
Now I push them foreign
Flyin in G-4
Goin to do them foreign
Givin 'em my clothes
Fuckin with foreign hoes
ya man at Amsterdam
Burnin grams of 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 like a
I get locked up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin high

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