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 ever before, ah!
Intoxicated but self-control, ah!
I took a swig, I had a jug, chug-a-log, I'm loud and
I had bud, I lit it up, and then I made it disappear
my magic tricks, are so fabulous
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, to my dog, time to split the blunt and break it up
motion, purple potion, I gotta shake it up
I tried to kick the habit, but it keep me
Abracadabra, a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed
Zig-Zag's and golden wraps got my mind
don't 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 Tower of Pisa, the 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 wonder things are in slower
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 ain't had shit until you smoke Sweet Tooth and Jack
Hit it twice but don't cough, you take it man
If it's a record for smoking I'm 'bout to it man
Me and Luda budda, we in a black Cougar
On Zab Judah, you try to jack us we grab

(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 true what they say
Then I don't know how many cells is in my fucking brain
But I'ma keep on writing and
Minds of these rappers
And the hood that I've hired niggas and fired crackers
On the Fourth of July, opens your eyes I'm joking
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 a piss test
Fuck a 9 to 5 'cause I'm always getting
I wake to and head
You wake up to in bed
Should I my H2? Hmmm?
I'ma take the instead
Pimping ain't dead but I'll you niggas
Dead all this pimping
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 that's
That's how this goes
I the cap, broke the ice
And Flip done broke the mold
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 doing this for them players bang screw music
We don't pass out after 8 blunts, we used to it
Me and Cris like Cheech &
So hurry, break out the and the bong
'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 come and 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)