Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

High
Nigga I thought you
So roll up the bud and dont forget about the
We havin a smoke out in the of the MC
But lets do this fast
Hit that muthafucka bout two times and it
To the left side
On top of the clouds lookin the mad ass Eastside
Which is home, to this Dove
And buddha pack, and sack, and the cloudy cat, I'm mackin
And we rollin the hood with the humps and the rumps
eyes, describes the effects of the blunt
They rollin after sack its gettin ridiculous
I'm so much, my name should be licorice
Ticklish describes the
Mind's on blank, so fuck the reminiscese about the
Ship that to the front
Paraphenilia, stand from zig zags to buddha pipes to blunts
Chumps, ain't allowed in the
Sometimes proper bitches gotta wait
A tint, and imprinted from the indo
AC, is blowin on my way to the
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, the smoke out in my backseat

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

Yeah, it to me C
one, suck two, now I'm feelin high as you
So roll up the tight
Because I might up a whole half
I the contact from the dove 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 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 take than you supposed to
Headin to
To get the thats crunchy like Doritos
of Doritos
I supposed to at 19 store in and out
And here we go, down Atlantic don't
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 one BLOUNT fool

They havin a 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 we used to do
They 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 and some skills whichever comes first
Or better yet get smoked out my lungs burst
With the up AC low chronic flowin
Summertime in the LBC the 12th a blowin
I got that bud,
I give love, what?
The fat ass dove,
You that cool, oooh
The fattest doja one has eva seen
And nigga sucks for all you broke ass indo
In them 50-packs for them nasty ass
I do smoke grass but I dont no ones tree stump
So pass me the white pack, the or even blue
Matter a fact them over there will do
And as we slide, deep to the Eastside
A clouds of fill the inside of my ride why

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

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