Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

High
Nigga I thought you
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 two times and pass it
To the left hand
On top of the clouds lookin 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 the hood with the humps and the rumps
Japanese eyes, describes the of the blunt
They rollin sack sack its gettin ridiculous
I'm twisted so much, my should be licorice
Ticklish 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 allowed in the
proper bitches gotta wait outside
A white tint, and from the indo
AC, is blowin on my way to the
You ain't gotta be no thug, to
That upliftin feelin to the bud
That you can purchase in these city streets
But if you got somethin on it, the smoke out in my backseat

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 mind if I a toke or two
They havin a smoke out in my
Yo pass the bud like we used to do
They havin a 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 up the windows tight
Because I roll up a whole half
I want the contact from the 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 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
to Cerritos
To get the blunt thats crunchy Doritos
of Doritos
I to stop at 19 store in and out
And here we go, down Atlantic panic
I know the doja got you tweakin in the 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 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 havin a 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

Okay, who got the Zig Zags aka rollin
Twisted on these, twisted enough on enough caper
For some ends and some skills whichever first
Or yet get smoked out until my lungs burst
With the up AC low chronic flowin
Summertime in the LBC through the 12th a
I got bud, what?
I them love, what?
The fat ass dove,
You that cool, oooh
The fattest doja dimes one has eva
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 ones stump
So pass me the white pack, the orange or even
Matter a fact them newspapers over will do
And as we slide, deep to the Eastside
A of smoke fill the inside of my ride why

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

Yo nigga pass the bud 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 just it out
Got just it out
With lighter
Back in the old
We pass the bud like we used to do