Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

High
I thought you knew
So roll up the bud and forget about the brew
We a smoke out in the back of the MC
But lets do this kinda
Hit that bout two times and pass it
To the hand side
On top of the clouds over the mad ass Eastside
Which is home, to this Dove
And buddha pack, and doja sack, and the cloudy cat, I'm
And we rollin through the hood with the and the rumps
eyes, describes the effects of the blunt
They rollin sack after sack its ridiculous
I'm twisted so much, my name be licorice
Ticklish the senses
on blank, so fuck the reminiscese about the past
Ship that to the front
Paraphenilia, stand here zig zags to buddha pipes to blunts
Chumps, ain't in the ride
Sometimes proper bitches gotta wait
A white tint, and imprinted the indo
AC, is blowin on my way to the
You ain't be no thug, to love
upliftin feelin connected to the bud
That you can purchase in wild city streets
But if you got on it, join the smoke out in my backseat

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

Yeah, it to me C
Suck one, suck two, now I'm high as you
So up the windows tight
Because I might up a whole half
I the contact from the dove 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
Your are closin up
Now me whats up, is it the bomb
As the atmosphere swells up with
And remember, two and pass
And I'm yo ass
So you take more than you supposed to
Headin to
To get the blunt thats crunchy Doritos
Speakin of
I supposed to stop at 19 in and out
And we go, down Atlantic don't panic
I know the doja got you in the back seat
So meet me half way across the
And it back to me
And light up another one fool

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

Okay, who got the Zig Zags aka rollin
on these, twisted enough gain on enough caper
For some ends and some whichever comes first
Or better yet get out until my lungs burst
With the up AC low chronic flowin
Summertime in the LBC through the 12th a
I got that bud,
I them love, what?
The fat ass dove,
You thought cool, oooh
The fattest doja one has eva seen
And nigga sucks for all you broke ass fiends
In 50-packs for them nasty ass blunts
I do smoke grass but I dont smoke no tree stump
So pass me the white pack, the or even blue
a fact them newspapers over there will do
And as we slide, deep to the Eastside
A clouds of fill the inside of my ride why

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

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