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 took a swig, I had a jug, chug-a-log, I'm loud and
I had some bud, I lit it up, and I made it disappear
'Cause my magic tricks, are so
This shit's hazardous, got amateurs smoking
If you mad at this, it then

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

I made a, to my dog, time to split 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, here's a magic trick, I up all the weed
Zig-Zag's and wraps got my mind gone
Drugs don't affect my work, I get my grind on

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

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

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

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

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

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

(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
a 9 to 5 'cause I'm always getting rest
I wake to breakfast and
You wake up to in bed
I drive my H2? Hmmm?
I'ma the Lexus instead
Pimping ain't but I'll leave you niggas
Dead from all pimping
I'm spinners like a pimp
That's why I'm

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

Off that's controlled
That's how story goes
I popped the cap, the ice
And Lil' Flip done broke the
I'm so I think I, see dead people
Nah, that's just my passed out in the Regal
Believe it, the is so strong, if you notice me
I'm calm, cool, and and if you, disrespect it, then

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

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

(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)