Luyện nghe bài hát Screwed Up

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

I feel better I've ever felt before, ah!
Intoxicated but self-control, ah!
I a swig, I had a jug, chug-a-log, I'm loud and clear
I had some bud, I lit it up, and then I made it
'Cause my magic tricks, are so
This shit's hazardous, got smoking cannibus
If you mad at this, damn it

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

I made a, call to my dog, time to the blunt and break it up
Three-wheel motion, potion, I gotta shake it up
I tried to kick the habit, but it calling me
Abracadabra, a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed
Zig-Zag's and golden wraps got my mind
Drugs affect my work, I still get my grind on

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

I'm leaning like the of Pisa, the syrup squeezer
Come to my stash, and get treated as if I'm Ebeneezer
I'm throwed, blowed, let's call this the thrower potion
I'm screwed up, so no wonder things are in slower
I gots to have it, can't the habit, I've tried to shake it
The drug experiment stage if you mistake

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

I'm Screwed Up Texas, we drive reckless, and then we peel off
You had shit until you smoke Sweet Tooth and Jack Frost
Hit it twice but don't cough, you take it man
If a record for smoking I'm 'bout to break it man
Me and Luda puffing budda, we in a black
On Zab Judah, you try to us we grab Rugers

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

How can I say it
That I'm off Mary Jane
And if it's what they say
Then I don't know how many cells is in my fucking brain
But keep on writing and lighting
Minds of these rappers
And tell the that I've hired niggas and fired crackers
On the Fourth of July, opens your I'm joking stupid
I love all races but if you hating my music

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

I my
I get patient we never have to take a piss
Fuck a 9 to 5 'cause I'm always getting
I to breakfast and head
You wake up to in bed
I drive my H2? Hmmm?
I'ma the Lexus instead
Pimping ain't dead but I'll you niggas
Dead from all this
I'm riding like a pimp
That's why I'm

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

Off substances controlled
That's how this goes
I popped the cap, the ice
And Flip done broke the mold
I'm so cold I I, see dead people
Nah, that's my homies passed out in the Regal
it, the potency is so strong, if you notice me
I'm calm, cool, and collected and if you, it, then

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

We doing this for them players that bang music
We don't out after 8 blunts, because we used to it
Me and Cris like & Chong
So hurry, out the weed and the bong
'Cause if it ain't Grade A trees, we leave it alone
And to my homie Screw, you know I gotta hold it
And if they want it then they gotta come and take the

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)