Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

High
Nigga I 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 kinda fast
Hit that muthafucka bout two times and it
To the left hand
On top of the clouds lookin the mad ass Eastside
Which is home, to this Shack
And buddha pack, and doja sack, and the cloudy cat, I'm
And we rollin through the hood with the and the rumps
Japanese eyes, describes the effects of the
They rollin sack after sack its gettin
I'm twisted so much, my should be licorice
describes the senses
Mind's on blank, so fuck the reminiscese about the
that shit to the front
Paraphenilia, stand here from zig zags to pipes to blunts
Chumps, ain't in the ride
Sometimes proper gotta wait outside
A white tint, and from the indo
AC, is blowin on my way to the
You ain't be no thug, to love
That upliftin connected to the bud
That you can in these wild city streets
But if you got on it, join the smoke out in my backseat

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

Yeah, it to me C
Suck one, suck two, now I'm high as you
So up the windows tight
I might roll up a whole half
I want the from the dove shack
Oh I haven't told ya, no for the zig zags
me the blunt and split it
Hit it now it
You as as fuck
eyes are closin up
Now tell me up, is it the bomb
As the atmosphere swells up smoke
And remember, two and pass
And I'm yo ass
So you wont more than you supposed to
to Cerritos
To get the blunt thats like Doritos
Speakin of
I supposed to stop at 19 in and out
And here we go, down Atlantic panic
I know the doja got you tweakin in the back
So me half way across the seat
And pass it to me
And light up one BLOUNT fool

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

Okay, who got the Zig Zags aka papers
Twisted on these, twisted enough gain on enough
For some ends and some skills comes first
Or yet get smoked 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 them love,
The fat ass dove,
You thought cool, oooh
The fattest dimes one has eva seen
And nigga for all you broke ass indo fiends
In them 50-packs for them ass blunts
I do smoke but I dont smoke no ones tree stump
So pass me the white pack, the orange or blue
Matter a fact them newspapers there will do
And as we slide, four deep to the
A clouds of smoke fill the of my ride why

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

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