Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

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

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

Yeah, it to me C
one, suck two, now I'm feelin high as you
So roll up the windows
Because I roll up a whole half
I want the contact from the shack
Oh I told ya, no need for the zig zags
Pass me the and split it
Hit it now it
You as high as
Your are closin up
Now me whats up, is it the bomb
As the atmosphere up with smoke
And remember, two and pass
And I'm yo ass
So you wont take than you supposed to
Headin to
To get the blunt thats crunchy like
of Doritos
I supposed to stop at 19 in and out
And here we go, down Atlantic panic
I know the doja got you in the back seat
So meet me half way the seat
And it back to me
And light up one BLOUNT fool

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

Okay, who got the Zig aka rollin papers
on these, twisted enough gain on enough caper
For some ends and some whichever comes first
Or yet get smoked out until my lungs burst
With the up AC low chronic flowin
Summertime in the LBC the 12th a blowin
I got bud, what?
I give love, what?
The fat ass dove,
You thought cool, oooh
The doja 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 but I dont smoke no ones tree stump
So pass me the white pack, the orange or even
Matter a fact them over there will do
And as we slide, deep to the Eastside
A clouds of smoke fill the inside of my why

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

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