Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Dope And Rap

I smoke chewy a mothafuckin 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 Visine for the tight red
Jump in the Cutlass with the from the set
The blunt went out but we ain't yet
Get another one like a barbeque beef
It ain't nothin like a 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 beat you I get my gun and I'm a you
you over like a little bitch pull out my dick and I'm a fuck ya
And like a for the weed I'll tweak
15's in your trunk that's beef
Proper ass ??? Alpine
Put the coke on the roll 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
Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm a on the set
these thangs and fuck these hoes
One line at a time goes up a nigga's
The shit clears my sinuses like a shower
Indo or the tide 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 lick my clean
right away and bring a dime bag of weed
Like a nigga that's sick caught up in the
Kill the pussy bust a nut and a vet stick and move
Out of that house a quickie I she got mad
Because I killed it and I 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 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 high and you to get
We smoke dope we rap and these hoes we

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 block I her name was Kim
Just stole her in the Cutty Iceberg Slim
I how you doin, my name is Dre Dog
You give me number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the
But I can't have her 'cause I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga that just don't
for my dope my money and hair
'cause everywhere I go it's the damn song
Nigga smoke more dope than Cheech and
I love to tell the but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog nigga smoke more Richard Pryor
I'm true to the dope that I smoke no
me right now there's a gram in my coat
Cocaine (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)
Rubber car keys and ID that's
And do pay so my pockets do grow
I snort so much snow that they should call me Dre
I don't drink beer I don't drink gin
Bust the freak hit the pussy then I try to fuck her
Dre Dog laugh ain't a damn thing funny
When niggas to freaks who ain't got no money
I smoke enough blunts fool to fill my brain
boy do me raw cut cocaine
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 don't get
I smoke dope I rap and these hoes I