Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Dope And Rap

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

Ooh I'm high as hell snorting that girl
Rush Mr. Cee so I tie me up a curl
Out that shop hoes do
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 like Iceberg Slim
I said how you doin, my is Dre Dog
You me your number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it in the wind
But I can't have her 'cause I fucked her best friend
It's a I'm a nigga that just don't care
Except for my my money and hair
'cause everywhere I go it's the damn song
smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong
I love to the truth but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog nigga smoke more Richard Pryor
I'm true to the that I smoke no joke
me right now there's a gram 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 they should call me Dre Blow
'cause I don't drink beer I drink gin
Bust the freak hit the pussy then I try to her friends
Dre Dog don't laugh ain't a damn funny
When niggas to freaks who ain't got no money
I done smoke enough blunts fool to fill my
Chewy boy do me raw cut
And niggas get when they smell dank-a-roma
When they dank-a-roma then they know I'm on the corner
offer me drank but I don't get drunk
I smoke dope I rap and these I fuck