Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

High
I thought you knew
So roll up the bud and dont forget the brew
We havin a out in the back of the MC
But lets do this kinda
Hit that bout two times and pass it
To the hand 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 cloudy cat, I'm
And we through the hood with the humps and the rumps
Japanese eyes, the effects of the blunt
They rollin sack sack its gettin ridiculous
I'm so much, my name should be licorice
describes the senses
Mind's on blank, so the reminiscese about the past
Ship that to the front
Paraphenilia, stand from zig zags to buddha pipes to blunts
Chumps, ain't allowed in the
proper bitches gotta wait outside
A white tint, and imprinted from the
AC, is blowin on my way to the
You ain't be no thug, to love
That feelin connected to the bud
you can purchase in these wild city streets
But if you got somethin on it, join the out in my backseat

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

Yeah, it to me C
one, suck two, now I'm feelin high as you
So roll up the windows
Because I might roll up a 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 as fuck
Your are closin up
Now tell me whats up, is it the
As the atmosphere up with smoke
And remember, two hits and
And I'm yo ass
So you wont take more you supposed to
Headin to
To get the thats crunchy like Doritos
Speakin of
I to stop at 19 store in and out
And we go, down Atlantic don't 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 another one BLOUNT

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

Okay, who got the Zig Zags aka rollin
on these, twisted enough gain on enough caper
For some ends and some skills whichever first
Or better yet get smoked out 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 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 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 the inside 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 mind if I a toke or two
havin a smoke out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud like we to do
They havin a out in my backseat
Pass it on, it on

Yo pass the bud like we used to do
I mind if I take a toke or two
Yo nigga pass the bud we used to do
Yo it on, pass it on
Got brought it out
Got twist it out
that lighter
Back in the old
We gotta pass the bud we used to do