Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Dope And Rap

I smoke like a mothafuckin nut
You got a gram bag hit the and roll 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 niggas the set
The blunt went out but we done yet
Get another one blaze like a barbeque
It ain't nothin like a blunt for the in ya teeth
Yeah, I'm a 6'5 motherfucker
If you know me you would think I was a clucker
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 beat you I get my gun and I'm a buck you
Turn you over like a little bitch pull out my dick and I'm a 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
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
Slang these and fuck these hoes
One line at a time goes up a nigga's
The shit clears my sinuses just a shower
or the tide blend it in with the powder
Now I'm chewy high with a ass dick
Oh go my pager could it be a trick bitch?
Oh it's Janine, she my dick clean
Come right away and bring a dime bag of
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 quickie I she got mad
Because I killed it and I bring the weed
I did the weed but I left in the my Cutty
Did you really think I would smoke some with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog die
See my nigga Cougnut let's get high
He said I got the drank and you got the
He said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the
For me to get high and you to get
We dope we rap and these hoes we fuck

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 Cutty in a rag I will top
See the on the block I think her name was Kim
Just stole her in the Cutty like Iceberg
I said how you doin, my is Dre Dog
You give me number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it in the wind
But I can't her number 'cause I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga that don't care
Except for my my money and hair
'cause everywhere I go it's the damn song
Nigga smoke more than Cheech and Chong
I love to the truth but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog nigga smoke than Richard Pryor
I'm true to the that I smoke no joke
Check me right now there's a in my coat
Cocaine (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)
Rubber car keys and ID fake
And do pay so my pockets do grow
I snort so much snow that should call me Dre Blow
'cause I don't drink beer I drink gin
Bust the freak hit the then I try to fuck her friends
Dre Dog don't laugh a damn thing funny
When niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no
I done enough blunts fool to fill my brain
Chewy boy do me raw cut
And niggas get when they smell dank-a-roma
When they smell dank-a-roma they know I'm on the corner
They offer me drank but I don't get
I smoke dope I rap and hoes I fuck