Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Dope And Rap

I smoke like a mothafuckin nut
You got a bag hit the zags and roll her up
a nigga like me can't fake it when I'm high
Get the Visine for the red eyes
in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The went out but we ain't done yet
Get one blaze like a barbeque beef
It ain't like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
Yeah, I'm a 6'5 motherfucker
If you didn't know me you would think I was a
But I'm not a I'm a dodger and a ducker
Come a little I'm a show 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 little bitch pull out my dick and I'm a ya
And like a fiend for the weed tweak
Four in your trunk that's beef
Proper ass ??? Alpine
Put the on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL 1,2,3
Or the shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like a jet
a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the set
Slang these thangs and fuck hoes
One line at a time goes up a nigga's
The shit clears my sinuses just like a
Indo or the blend it in with the powder
Now I'm chewy with a hard ass dick
Oh there go my pager could it be a trick
Oh it's Janine, she my dick clean
Come right and bring a dime bag of weed
Like a nigga that's caught up in the groove
Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet and move
Out of house a quickie I know she got mad
Because I it and I didn't bring the weed
I did bring the but I left in the my Cutty
Did you really think I smoke some dank with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog die
See my nigga Cougnut nigga let's get
He said I got the drank and you got the
He said my Dre Dog Frisco is the place
For me to get high and you to get
We smoke dope we rap and hoes we fuck

Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting girl
Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a curl
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 her in the Cutty like Iceberg Slim
I said how you doin, my is Dre Dog
You give me your number I'll give you a
She said my hair looked proper as it in the wind
But I can't have her number 'cause I her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga just don't care
Except for my dope my and hair
'cause I go it's the same damn song
Nigga smoke more dope Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the truth but I'm such a liar
The Dre Dog nigga more than Richard Pryor
I'm true to the dope that I 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 do pay so my pockets do grow
I snort so much snow that should call me Dre Blow
I don't drink beer I don't drink gin
Bust the hit the pussy then I try to fuck her friends
Dre Dog laugh ain't a damn thing funny
When niggas to freaks who ain't got no money
I done smoke enough blunts fool to fill my
boy do me raw cut cocaine
And niggas get pumped they smell dank-a-roma
When they smell dank-a-roma they know I'm on the corner
They offer me but I don't get drunk
I smoke dope I rap and these hoes I