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
'cause a nigga like me can't fake it 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 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 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 show you I'm a ya
And if I beat you I get my gun and I'm a buck you
Turn you like a little bitch pull out my dick and I'm a fuck ya
And like a fiend for the weed tweak
Four in your trunk that's beef
ass amps ??? Alpine
Put the on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL 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 nose
The shit clears my sinuses like a shower
Indo or the tide blend it in with the
Now I'm chewy high with a hard ass
Oh there go my pager could it be a trick
Oh it's Janine, she my dick clean
Come right away and bring a 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 house a quickie I know she got mad
Because I it and I didn't bring the weed
I did the weed but I left in the my Cutty
Did you really think I would smoke some dank with you (yeah)
No, Dre Dog die
See my nigga Cougnut let's get high
He I got the drank and you got the dank
He said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the
For me to get and you to get drunk
We smoke dope we rap and hoes we fuck

Ooh I'm as hell from snorting that girl
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 block I think her was Kim
Just stole her in the Cutty Iceberg Slim
I said how you doin, my is Dre Dog
You give me your I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it in the wind
But I can't have her number I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga that don't care
Except for my dope my money and
everywhere 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 smoke more than Pryor
I'm true to the dope that I no joke
Check me now there's a gram in my coat
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 that they call me Dre Blow
'cause I don't drink I don't drink gin
the freak hit the pussy then I try to fuck her friends
Dre Dog don't ain't a damn thing funny
When niggas to freaks who ain't got no money
I done smoke enough blunts fool to my brain
boy do me raw cut cocaine
And niggas get pumped when smell dank-a-roma
When they smell dank-a-roma then they I'm on the corner
They offer me drank but I get drunk
I smoke dope I rap and these I fuck