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 ever felt before, ah!
but maintaining self-control, ah!
I took a swig, I had a jug, chug-a-log, I'm and clear
I had bud, I lit it up, and then I made it disappear
'Cause my tricks, are so fabulous
This hazardous, got amateurs 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
motion, purple potion, I gotta shake it up
I to kick the habit, but it keep calling me
Abracadabra, here's a magic trick, I smoked up all the
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 Tower of Pisa, the squeezer
Come close to my stash, and get treated as if I'm
I'm throwed, blowed, matter-of-fact let's call this the thrower
I'm screwed up, so no wonder things are in motion
I gots to have it, can't kick the habit, I've tried to 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 Up Texas, we drive reckless, and then we peel off
You ain't had shit until you smoke Sweet Tooth and Jack
Hit it twice but don't cough, you gotta it man
If it's a record for smoking I'm to break 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
I'm off that Mary Jane
And if true what they say
Then I don't know how many cells is left in my fucking
But I'ma keep on writing and
Minds of these hungry
And tell the hood that I've hired niggas and fired
On the Fourth of July, opens eyes I'm joking stupid
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 have to take a piss test
Fuck a 9 to 5 'cause I'm always rest
I wake to breakfast and
You wake up to in bed
I drive my H2? Hmmm?
I'ma take the instead
Pimping ain't dead but I'll leave you
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 that's
That's how this goes
I popped the cap, the ice
And Lil' done broke the mold
I'm so cold I I, see dead people
Nah, just 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, disrespect it,

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

We doing for them players that bang screw 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 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)