Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Dope And Rap

I smoke chewy a mothafuckin 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 for the tight red eyes
Jump in the with the niggas from the set
The blunt out but we ain't done yet
Get one blaze like a barbeque beef
It ain't nothin like a blunt for the in ya teeth
Yeah, I'm a 6'5 motherfucker
If you didn't know me you think I was a clucker
But I'm not a clucker I'm a and a ducker
Come a little closer I'm a show you I'm a 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 like a fiend for the weed I'll
Four in your trunk that's beef
ass amps ??? Alpine
Put the coke on the roll 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
Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm a on the set
Slang thangs and fuck these hoes
One line at a goes up a nigga's nose
The shit my sinuses just like a shower
or the tide blend it in with the powder
Now I'm high with a hard ass dick
Oh there go my pager could it be a bitch?
Oh it's Janine, she my dick clean
Come away and bring a dime bag of weed
Like a nigga that's sick 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
I killed it and I didn't bring the weed
I did bring the weed but I in the my Cutty
Did you really think I would smoke some with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog die
See my Cougnut nigga let's get high
He I got the drank and you got the dank
He said my nigga Dre Dog is the place
For me to get high and you to get
We smoke we rap and these hoes we fuck

Ooh I'm as hell from snorting that girl
Rush Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a
Out shop hoes do jock
See my Cutty in a rag I will top
See the freak on the I think her name was Kim
stole her in the Cutty like Iceberg Slim
I how you doin, my name is Dre Dog
You give me your number I'll give you a
She my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a that just don't care
Except for my dope my and hair
'cause everywhere I go it's the same damn
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 smoke no
Check me right now a gram in my coat
Cocaine (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)
Rubber car keys and ID that's
And rhymes do pay so my pockets do
I snort so much that they should call me Dre Blow
'cause I don't beer I don't drink gin
the freak hit the pussy then I try to fuck her friends
Dre Dog don't laugh a damn thing funny
When niggas to freaks who ain't got no money
I done smoke enough fool to fill my brain
Chewy boy do me raw cut
And niggas get pumped when smell dank-a-roma
they smell 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 hoes I fuck