Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Dope And Rap

I smoke chewy like a nut
You got a gram bag hit the zags and her up
'cause a like me can't fake it when I'm high
Get the for the tight red eyes
Jump in the Cutlass with the from the set
The blunt went out but we done yet
Get one blaze like a barbeque beef
It ain't nothin a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
Yeah, I'm a 6'5 motherfucker
If you didn't me you would think 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 can't you I get my gun and I'm a buck you
Turn you over like a little pull out my dick and I'm a fuck ya
And a fiend for the weed I'll tweak
Four 15's in trunk that's beef
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 high a motherfuckin jet
a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the set
Slang these thangs and fuck these
One at a time goes up a nigga's nose
The shit clears my sinuses just a shower
Indo or the tide blend it in the powder
Now I'm chewy high a hard ass dick
Oh go my pager could it be a trick bitch?
Oh Janine, she lick my dick clean
Come right and bring a dime bag of weed
Like a nigga 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 didn't bring the
I did bring the weed but I in the my Cutty
Did you really think I would smoke some dank you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog die
See my Cougnut nigga let's get high
He said I got the drank and you got the
He said my Dre Dog Frisco is the place
For me to get and you to get drunk
We smoke dope we rap and hoes we fuck

Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that
Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a curl
Out that hoes do jock
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 like Slim
I how you doin, my name is Dre Dog
You give me your number I'll give you a
She said my hair proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't her number 'cause I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga that just don't
Except for my my money and hair
'cause everywhere I go the same damn song
Nigga smoke more dope than and Chong
I love to tell the truth but I'm a good liar
The Dre Dog smoke more than Richard Pryor
I'm true to the that I smoke no joke
Check me right now there's a gram in my
Cocaine blunts (what?) and hip hop (what?)
car keys and ID that's fake
And do pay so my pockets do grow
I snort so much snow they should call me Dre Blow
I don't drink beer I don't drink gin
Bust the freak hit the pussy 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
boy do me raw cut cocaine
And niggas get pumped they smell dank-a-roma
When they dank-a-roma then 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