Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

High
Nigga I you knew
So roll up the bud and dont about the brew
We a smoke out in the back of the MC
But lets do kinda fast
Hit that muthafucka bout two and pass it
To the left hand
On top of the clouds lookin the mad ass Eastside
Which is home, to Dove Shack
And pack, and doja sack, and the cloudy cat, I'm mackin
And we rollin through the hood the humps and the rumps
Japanese eyes, the effects of the blunt
They rollin sack sack its gettin ridiculous
I'm twisted so much, my should be licorice
describes the senses
Mind's on blank, so fuck the reminiscese the past
Ship that to the front
Paraphenilia, stand here from zig zags to buddha pipes to
Chumps, ain't in the ride
Sometimes bitches gotta wait outside
A tint, and imprinted from the indo
AC, is blowin on my way to the
You ain't gotta be no thug, to
That upliftin connected to the bud
That you can purchase in these city streets
But if you got on it, join the smoke out in my backseat

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 a smoke out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud we used to do
They a smoke 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 roll up a whole half
I want the contact the dove shack
Oh I told ya, no need for the zig zags
Pass me the blunt and it
Hit it now it
You as high as
eyes are closin up
Now tell me whats up, is it the
As the atmosphere swells up with
And remember, two and pass
And I'm yo ass
So you take more than you supposed to
Headin to
To get the blunt crunchy like Doritos
Speakin of
I supposed to at 19 store in and out
And here we go, down Atlantic don't
I the doja got you tweakin in the back seat
So meet me way across the seat
And pass it to me
And light up one BLOUNT fool

They havin a out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud we used to do
They havin a out in my backseat
I dont if I take a toke or two
They havin a out in my backseat
Yo pass the bud like 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, enough gain on enough caper
For some ends and some whichever comes first
Or better yet get smoked out until my lungs
With the flowed up AC low flowin
Summertime in the LBC through the a blowin
I got bud, what?
I give them love,
The fat ass dove,
You thought that cool,
The fattest dimes one has eva seen
And nigga for all you broke ass indo fiends
In them 50-packs for them nasty ass
I do smoke grass but I dont smoke no ones stump
So pass me the pack, the orange or even blue
Matter a fact them newspapers there 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 smoke out in my
I mind if I take 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
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 we used to do
Yo pass it on, it on
Got brought it out
Got twist it out
With lighter
in the old days
We gotta pass the bud like we to do