Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Dope And Rap

I smoke like a mothafuckin nut
You got a gram bag hit the and roll her up
'cause a like me can't fake it when I'm high
Get the for the tight red eyes
Jump in the with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out but we ain't yet
Get another one blaze like a beef
It ain't nothin like a blunt for the funk in ya
Yeah, I'm a 6'5 motherfucker
If you didn't know me you would I was a clucker
But I'm not a clucker I'm a dodger and a
Come a closer I'm a show you I'm a punch ya
And if I can't beat you I get my gun and I'm a you
Turn you over like a little bitch pull out my and I'm a fuck ya
And like a for the weed I'll tweak
Four 15's in trunk that's beef
Proper ass amps ???
Put the coke on the dash roll a do a line
Pump RBL 1,2,3
Or the shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm like a motherfuckin jet
Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm a on the set
these thangs and fuck these hoes
One line at a time goes up a nigga's
The shit clears my sinuses like a shower
Indo or the tide blend it in the powder
Now I'm high with a hard ass dick
Oh go my pager could it be a trick bitch?
Oh it's Janine, she lick my clean
Come right away and bring a bag of weed
Like a nigga that's caught up in the groove
Kill the pussy a nut and like a vet stick and move
Out of that a quickie I know she got mad
Because I it and I didn't bring the weed
I did the weed but I left in the my Cutty
Did you really think I would some dank with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog die
See my nigga nigga let's get high
He said I got the and you got the dank
He said my Dre Dog Frisco is the place
For me to get high and you to get
We dope we rap and these hoes we fuck

Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting girl
Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a curl
Out shop hoes do jock
See my in a rag I will drop top
See the freak on the block I think her was Kim
Just stole her in the Cutty like Slim
I said how you doin, my is Dre Dog
You give me number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it in the wind
But I can't her number 'cause I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga that just care
Except for my dope my money and
'cause everywhere I go it's the same song
smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog nigga smoke more than Pryor
I'm true to the dope that I smoke no
Check me right now there's a in my coat
Cocaine (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)
Rubber car keys and ID fake
And rhymes do pay so my do grow
I snort so much snow that should call me Dre Blow
'cause I drink beer I don't drink gin
Bust the freak hit the pussy I try to fuck her friends
Dre Dog laugh ain't a damn thing funny
When talk to freaks who ain't got no money
I done smoke blunts fool to fill my brain
boy do me raw cut cocaine
And niggas get pumped when they dank-a-roma
When they smell then they know I'm on the corner
They me drank but I don't get drunk
I smoke I rap and these hoes I fuck