Luyện nghe bài hát Screwed Up

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

I feel than I've ever felt before, ah!
but maintaining 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 then I made it
my magic tricks, are so fabulous
This hazardous, got amateurs smoking cannibus
If you mad at this, damn it

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

I a, call to my dog, time to split the blunt and break it up
Three-wheel motion, purple potion, I gotta 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 gone
Drugs affect my work, I still get my grind on

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

I'm leaning like the of Pisa, the syrup squeezer
Come close to my stash, and get as if I'm Ebeneezer
I'm throwed, blowed, matter-of-fact let's call the thrower potion
I'm screwed up, so no things are in slower motion
I gots to have it, kick the habit, I've tried to shake it
The drug experiment stage if you then

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(I'm up)

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

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(I'm up)

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

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(I'm up)

I my
I get patient we never to take a piss test
Fuck a 9 to 5 'cause I'm getting rest
I wake to and head
You up to breakfast in bed
I drive my H2? Hmmm?
I'ma take the Lexus
Pimping ain't dead but leave you niggas
Dead from all this
I'm riding spinners like a
why I'm limping

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(I'm up)

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

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

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

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

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