Luyện nghe bài hát Screwed Up

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(I'm up)

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

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(I'm up)

I made a, call to my dog, time to the blunt and break it up
Three-wheel motion, purple potion, I 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 got my mind gone
Drugs don't affect my work, I get my grind on

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(I'm up)

I'm leaning like the Tower of Pisa, the syrup
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 wonder things are in motion
I gots to have it, can't kick the habit, I've to shake it
The drug stage if you mistake then

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(I'm up)

I'm Screwed Up Texas, we drive reckless, and then we peel 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 budda, we in a black Cougar
On Zab Judah, you try to us we grab Rugers

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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 how many cells is left in my fucking brain
But I'ma on writing and lighting
Minds of these hungry
And tell the 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 hating my then

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(I'm up)

I my
I get patient we never have to take a 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?
I'ma the Lexus instead
Pimping ain't dead but I'll leave you
Dead from all pimping
I'm riding like a pimp
That's why I'm

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(I'm up)

Off substances controlled
That's how this story
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 out in the Regal
it, the potency is so strong, if you notice me
I'm calm, cool, and collected and if you, it, then

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(I'm up)

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

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(I'm up)

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(I'm up)