Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Dope And Rap

I smoke chewy like a nut
You got a bag hit the zags and roll her up
'cause a nigga me can't fake it when I'm high
Get the Visine for the red eyes
Jump in the Cutlass the niggas from the set
The blunt out but we ain't done yet
Get another one like a barbeque beef
It ain't like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
Yeah, I'm a skinny 6'5
If you didn't know me you would think I was a
But I'm not a clucker I'm a and a ducker
Come a little I'm a show you I'm a punch ya
And if I can't beat you I get my gun and I'm a you
Turn you over like a bitch pull out my dick and I'm a fuck ya
And like a for the weed I'll tweak
Four 15's in your trunk 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 high a motherfuckin jet
Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm a on the set
these thangs and fuck these hoes
One at a time goes up a nigga's nose
The shit clears my sinuses just like a
Indo or the tide blend it in with the
Now I'm chewy high a hard ass dick
Oh there go my pager it be a trick bitch?
Oh Janine, she lick my dick clean
Come away and bring a dime bag of weed
a nigga that's sick caught up in the groove
Kill the bust a nut and like a vet stick and move
Out of that a quickie 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 some dank you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog die
See my nigga nigga let's get high
He said I got the 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 dope we rap and these we fuck

Ooh I'm high as hell from that girl
Rush Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a
Out that shop hoes do
See my Cutty in a rag I drop top
See the freak on the I think her name was Kim
Just stole her in the Cutty Iceberg Slim
I how you doin, my name is Dre Dog
You me your number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it in the wind
But I have her number 'cause I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga just don't care
Except for my my money and hair
'cause everywhere I go it's the same song
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 Richard Pryor
I'm true to the dope I smoke no joke
me right now there's a gram in my coat
Cocaine (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)
Rubber car 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 laugh ain't a thing funny
When talk to freaks who ain't got no money
I done smoke enough blunts to fill my brain
Chewy boy do me raw cut
And niggas get pumped when smell dank-a-roma
When they smell dank-a-roma they know I'm on the corner
offer me drank but I don't get drunk
I smoke dope I rap and these hoes I