Luyện nghe bài hát Screwed Up

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

I feel better than I've 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 it disappear
'Cause my magic tricks, are so
This shit's hazardous, got smoking cannibus
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, call to my dog, time to the blunt and break it up
Three-wheel motion, potion, I gotta shake it up
I to kick the habit, but it keep calling me
Abracadabra, here's a magic trick, I up all the weed
Zig-Zag's and golden wraps got my mind
Drugs don't 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 the Tower of Pisa, the syrup squeezer
Come to my stash, and get treated as if I'm Ebeneezer
I'm throwed, blowed, matter-of-fact call this the thrower potion
I'm screwed up, so no things are in slower motion
I to have it, can't kick the habit, I've tried to shake it
The drug experiment if you mistake then

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

I'm from Screwed Up Texas, we drive reckless, and then we off
You had shit until you smoke Sweet Tooth and Jack Frost
Hit it but don't cough, you gotta take it man
If it's a for smoking I'm 'bout 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
That I'm off that Mary
And if it's true they say
Then I don't know how many cells is left in my brain
But I'ma on writing and lighting
Minds of hungry rappers
And tell the hood I've 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 to take a piss test
Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm always getting rest
I wake to and head
You up to breakfast in bed
Should I my H2? Hmmm?
take the Lexus instead
Pimping ain't dead but I'll you niggas
Dead from all this
I'm riding spinners 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
how this story goes
I the cap, broke the ice
And Lil' Flip done broke the
I'm so cold I I, see dead people
Nah, that's just my homies passed out in the
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 that bang screw music
We don't out after 8 blunts, because we used to it
Me and Cris Cheech & Chong
So hurry, break out the weed and the
'Cause if it Grade 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)