Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

High
I thought you knew
So roll up the bud and dont about the brew
We havin a out in the back of the MC
But do this kinda fast
Hit muthafucka bout two times and pass it
To the left hand
On top of the lookin over 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 the humps and the rumps
Japanese eyes, describes the of the blunt
They rollin after sack its gettin ridiculous
I'm twisted so much, my name be licorice
Ticklish the senses
Mind's on blank, so fuck the reminiscese about the
Ship shit to the front
Paraphenilia, stand here zig zags to buddha pipes to blunts
Chumps, ain't in the ride
Sometimes proper gotta wait outside
A white tint, and imprinted from the
AC, is blowin on my way to the
You gotta be no thug, to love
That upliftin 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

havin a smoke out in my backseat
Yo pass the bud like we used to do
They a smoke out in my backseat
I dont if I take 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
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 might up a whole half
I want the contact from the shack
Oh I haven't told ya, no for the zig zags
me the blunt and split it
Hit it now it
You as high as
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 more than you supposed to
to Cerritos
To get the thats crunchy like Doritos
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 pass it 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 havin a out in my backseat
I mind if I take a toke or two
They a smoke out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud like we to do
They havin a smoke out in my
it on, pass it on

Okay, who got the Zig Zags aka papers
on these, twisted enough gain on enough caper
For some ends and some skills whichever first
Or yet get smoked out until my lungs burst
the flowed 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 that cool,
The fattest doja one has eva seen
And nigga for all you broke ass indo fiends
In them 50-packs for them ass blunts
I do smoke grass but I dont smoke no tree stump
So pass me the white pack, the orange or even
Matter a fact them newspapers there will do
And as we slide, four to the Eastside
A clouds of smoke fill the of my ride why

They havin a smoke out in my
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 the bud like 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 like we to do
Yo pass it on, it on
Got just it out
Got twist it out
With that
in the old days
We pass the bud like we used to do