Luyện nghe bài hát Screwed Up

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

I better than I've ever felt before, ah!
Intoxicated but self-control, ah!
I took a swig, I had a jug, chug-a-log, I'm and clear
I had some bud, I lit it up, and I made it disappear
'Cause my magic tricks, are so
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, call to my dog, to split the blunt and break it up
Three-wheel motion, potion, I gotta shake it up
I tried to the habit, but it keep calling me
Abracadabra, a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed
and golden wraps got my mind gone
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 like the Tower of Pisa, the syrup
Come close to my stash, and get treated as if I'm
I'm throwed, blowed, matter-of-fact let's call the thrower potion
I'm screwed up, so no wonder things are in 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 Screwed Up Texas, we drive reckless, and then we peel off
You ain't had shit until you smoke Sweet and Jack Frost
Hit it twice but don't cough, you 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 us we grab 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 true what they say
Then I don't how many cells is left 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, opens your eyes I'm stupid
I love all races but if you 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 a piss test
Fuck a 9 to 5 'cause I'm always getting
I to breakfast and head
You wake up to in bed
I drive my H2? Hmmm?
I'ma take the Lexus
Pimping ain't dead but I'll you niggas
Dead all this pimping
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 that's
That's how story goes
I popped the cap, the ice
And Lil' Flip broke the mold
I'm so cold I think I, see 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 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 that bang music
We don't pass out 8 blunts, because we used to it
Me and like Cheech & 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 I gotta 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)