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 nigga me can't fake it when I'm high
Get the Visine for the red eyes
in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out but we 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 think I was a
But I'm not a I'm a dodger and a ducker
Come a 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 bitch 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 dash a dollar do a line
RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm like a motherfuckin jet
a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the set
Slang these and fuck these hoes
One line at a goes up a nigga's nose
The shit clears my 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 could it be a trick
Oh it's Janine, she my dick clean
Come right away and a dime bag of weed
Like a nigga that's sick caught up in the
Kill the bust a nut and like a vet stick and move
Out of that house a I know she got mad
Because I killed it and I didn't bring the
I did bring the weed but I left in the my
Did you really think I would smoke dank with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog die
See my nigga Cougnut nigga get high
He I got the drank and you got the dank
He said my Dre Dog Frisco is the place
For me to get high and you to get
We smoke we rap and these hoes we fuck

Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that
Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a curl
Out shop hoes do jock
See my Cutty in a rag I will top
See the freak on the block I her name was Kim
Just her in the Cutty like Iceberg Slim
I said how you doin, my is Dre Dog
You give me number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked as it blew in the wind
But I have her number 'cause I fucked her best friend
a pity I'm a nigga that just don't care
Except for my dope my money and
'cause everywhere I go it's the same damn
Nigga smoke more than Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the truth but I'm such a good
The Dre Dog nigga smoke more than Pryor
I'm true to the dope I smoke no joke
Check me right now there's a gram in my
Cocaine blunts (what?) and hip hop (what?)
Rubber car keys and ID fake
And rhymes do pay so my do grow
I snort so much snow that they call me Dre Blow
'cause I 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
niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no money
I done smoke blunts fool to fill my brain
Chewy boy do me raw cut
And niggas get pumped when smell dank-a-roma
When they smell then they know I'm on the corner
They me drank but I don't get drunk
I smoke I rap and these hoes I fuck