Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Dope And Rap

I chewy 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
Jump in the 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 nothin like a blunt for the funk in ya
Yeah, I'm a skinny 6'5
If you didn't know me you would I was a clucker
But I'm not a I'm a dodger 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
you over like a little bitch pull out my dick and I'm a fuck ya
And a fiend for the weed I'll tweak
Four in your trunk that's beef
ass amps ??? Alpine
Put the coke on the dash a dollar do a line
RBL maybe 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 and fuck these hoes
One line at a time goes up a nose
The shit my sinuses just like a shower
Indo or the tide blend it in the powder
Now I'm chewy with a hard ass dick
Oh there go my pager it be a trick bitch?
Oh it's Janine, she lick my dick
Come away and bring a dime bag of weed
Like a 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 I know she got mad
Because I killed it and I didn't 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 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 snorting that girl
Rush Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a
Out that 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 proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number 'cause I her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga that don't care
Except for my dope my and hair
'cause everywhere I go it's the same damn
Nigga smoke more dope than Cheech and
I love to tell the truth but I'm a good liar
The Dre Dog nigga smoke more than Richard
I'm true to the dope that I smoke no
Check me right now a gram in my coat
blunts (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)
Rubber car keys and ID that's
And rhymes do pay so my pockets do
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 then I try to fuck her
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
boy do me raw cut cocaine
And niggas get pumped they smell dank-a-roma
When they smell dank-a-roma then they I'm on the corner
They offer me drank but I don't get
I smoke dope I rap and these hoes I