Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Dope And Rap

I smoke chewy like a nut
You got a gram bag hit the and roll her up
a nigga like me can't fake it when I'm high
Get the Visine for the red eyes
Jump in the Cutlass with the niggas the set
The blunt out but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze a barbeque beef
It ain't like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
Yeah, I'm a skinny 6'5
If you know me you would think I was a clucker
But I'm not a clucker I'm a dodger and a
Come a little closer I'm a you I'm a punch ya
And if I can't 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 like a fiend for the weed tweak
Four 15's in your trunk that's
Proper ass ??? Alpine
Put the coke on the dash a dollar do a line
RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky by the I.M.P.
Now I'm like a motherfuckin jet
a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the set
Slang these 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 a hard ass dick
Oh there go my pager could it be a bitch?
Oh it's Janine, she lick my dick
Come right away and a dime bag of weed
Like a nigga that's sick up in the groove
the pussy bust 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 I would smoke some dank with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog die
See my nigga Cougnut 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 dope we rap and these hoes we fuck

Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting girl
Rush Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a
Out that shop hoes do
See my in a rag I will drop top
See the freak on the I think her name was Kim
Just stole her in the Cutty Iceberg Slim
I how you doin, my name is Dre Dog
You give me your number I'll give you a
She said my looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I have her number 'cause I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga that don't care
for my dope my money and hair
'cause everywhere I go it's the same damn
Nigga smoke dope than Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog nigga smoke more Richard Pryor
I'm to the dope that I smoke no joke
Check me right now a gram in my coat
Cocaine blunts (what?) and hip hop (what?)
car keys and ID that's fake
And rhymes do pay so my do grow
I snort so snow that they 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 don't laugh ain't a damn funny
When niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no
I done smoke enough blunts fool to my brain
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
They offer me drank but I get drunk
I smoke dope I rap and these I fuck