Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

High
Nigga I thought you
So roll up the bud and dont forget the brew
We havin a smoke out in the of the MC
But lets do this kinda
Hit that muthafucka two times and pass it
To the left side
On top of the clouds lookin the mad ass Eastside
is home, to this Dove Shack
And buddha pack, and doja sack, and the cat, I'm mackin
And we rollin through the hood with the and the rumps
eyes, describes the effects of the blunt
They rollin sack after sack its gettin
I'm so much, my name should be licorice
describes the senses
Mind's on blank, so fuck the reminiscese about the
Ship that to the front
Paraphenilia, here from zig zags to buddha pipes to blunts
Chumps, ain't allowed in the
Sometimes proper bitches gotta wait
A white tint, and imprinted from the
AC, is on my way to the studio
You gotta be no thug, to love
That upliftin feelin to the bud
you can purchase in these wild city streets
But if you got somethin on it, join the out in my backseat

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

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

They havin a smoke out in my
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 out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud we used to do
They a smoke out in my backseat
Pass it on, it on

Okay, who got the Zig Zags aka rollin
Twisted on these, enough gain on enough caper
For some and some skills 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 a blowin
I got that bud,
I give love, what?
The fat ass dove,
You that cool, oooh
The fattest dimes one has eva seen
And nigga sucks for all you ass indo fiends
In 50-packs for them nasty ass blunts
I do smoke grass but I smoke no ones tree stump
So pass me the white pack, the orange or even
a fact them newspapers over there will do
And as we slide, deep to the Eastside
A clouds of smoke fill the of my ride why

They a smoke out in my backseat
Yo nigga the bud like we used 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
Pass it on, it on

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