Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

High
Nigga I you knew
So roll up the bud and dont forget the brew
We havin a out in the back of the MC
But lets do this fast
Hit muthafucka bout two times and pass it
To the left hand
On top of the clouds lookin over the mad ass
Which is home, to this Dove
And buddha pack, and doja sack, and the cat, I'm mackin
And we rollin through the hood with the and the rumps
Japanese eyes, describes the effects of the
They sack after sack its gettin ridiculous
I'm so much, my name should be licorice
Ticklish describes the
Mind's on blank, so the reminiscese about the past
Ship shit to the front
Paraphenilia, stand here from zig zags to pipes to blunts
Chumps, ain't in the ride
Sometimes proper bitches gotta wait
A white tint, and from the indo
AC, is blowin on my way to the
You gotta be no thug, to love
upliftin feelin connected to the bud
That you can in these wild city streets
But if you got somethin on it, the smoke out in my backseat

They a smoke out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud like we to do
They a smoke out in my backseat
I dont mind if I take a or two
havin a smoke out in my backseat
Yo nigga the bud like we used to do
They havin a out in my backseat
it on, pass it on

Yeah, it to me C
Suck one, suck two, now I'm feelin as you
So roll up the tight
Because I roll up a whole half
I want the contact from the shack
Oh I haven't told ya, no need for the zig
Pass me the blunt and it
Hit it now it
You as as fuck
eyes are closin up
Now me whats up, is it the bomb
As the swells up with smoke
And remember, two hits and
And I'm yo ass
So you wont take more than you to
Headin to
To get the blunt thats crunchy like
of Doritos
I supposed to at 19 store in and out
And here we go, down don't panic
I know the got you tweakin in the back seat
So me half way across the seat
And it back to me
And light up another one fool

They havin a out in my backseat
Yo pass the bud like we used to do
They havin a smoke out in my
I mind if I take a toke or two
They havin a out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud like we to do
havin a smoke out in my backseat
Pass it on, it on

Okay, who got the Zig aka rollin papers
Twisted on these, twisted gain on enough caper
For some and some skills whichever comes first
Or yet get smoked out until my lungs burst
With the flowed up AC low flowin
Summertime in the LBC the 12th a blowin
I got that bud,
I give them love,
The fat ass dove,
You thought cool, oooh
The fattest dimes one has eva seen
And nigga sucks for all you ass indo fiends
In them 50-packs for nasty ass blunts
I do smoke grass but I smoke no ones tree stump
So me the white pack, the orange or even blue
Matter a fact them newspapers over there do
And as we slide, four deep to the
A clouds of smoke the inside of my ride why

They a smoke out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud we used to do
They havin a out in my backseat
I dont mind if I take a or two
They havin a out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud we used to do
havin a smoke out in my backseat
Pass it on, it on

Yo nigga pass the bud we used to do
I mind if I take a toke or two
Yo nigga pass the bud we used to do
Yo it on, pass it on
Got just it out
Got twist it out
that lighter
Back in the old
We gotta the bud like we used to do