Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

High
Nigga I thought you
So roll up the bud and dont about the brew
We havin a smoke out in the of the MC
But lets do this kinda
Hit that bout two times and pass it
To the left side
On top of the lookin over the mad ass Eastside
Which is home, to this Shack
And buddha pack, and sack, and the cloudy cat, I'm mackin
And we through the hood with the humps and the rumps
Japanese eyes, the effects of the blunt
They rollin sack after sack its gettin
I'm twisted so much, my name be licorice
describes the senses
Mind's on blank, so the reminiscese about the past
that shit to the front
Paraphenilia, stand from zig zags to buddha pipes to blunts
Chumps, ain't in the ride
Sometimes bitches gotta wait outside
A tint, and imprinted from the indo
AC, is on my way to the studio
You gotta be no thug, to love
That upliftin connected to the bud
That you can purchase in these wild streets
But if you got somethin on it, the smoke out in my backseat

They havin a out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud we used to do
havin a smoke out in my backseat
I mind if I take a toke or two
They a smoke out in my backseat
Yo pass 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 up the windows tight
Because I might up a whole half
I want the contact the dove shack
Oh I haven't told ya, no need for the zig
me the blunt and split it
Hit it now it
You as as fuck
Your eyes are up
Now me whats up, is it the bomb
As the atmosphere up with smoke
And remember, two and pass
And I'm yo ass
So you wont take more you supposed to
Headin to
To get the blunt thats crunchy Doritos
Speakin of
I to stop at 19 store in and out
And here we go, Atlantic don't panic
I know the got you tweakin in the back seat
So me half way across the seat
And pass it to me
And light up one BLOUNT fool

They 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 take a 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
it on, pass it on

Okay, who got the Zig Zags aka papers
Twisted on these, twisted enough gain on caper
For some ends and some skills comes first
Or better yet get out until 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 dimes one has eva
And nigga for all you broke ass indo fiends
In them 50-packs for nasty ass blunts
I do smoke but I dont smoke no ones tree stump
So pass me the pack, the orange or even blue
Matter a them newspapers over there will do
And as we slide, deep to the Eastside
A clouds of fill the inside of my ride why

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

Yo nigga pass the bud we used to do
I dont mind if I 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
that lighter
Back in the old
We gotta pass the bud like we to do