Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

High
I thought 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 side
On top of the clouds over the mad ass Eastside
Which is home, to Dove Shack
And buddha pack, and doja sack, and the cat, I'm mackin
And we rollin through the hood the humps and the rumps
eyes, describes the effects of the blunt
They sack after sack its gettin ridiculous
I'm so much, my name should be licorice
Ticklish the senses
Mind's on blank, so fuck the reminiscese about the
Ship that shit to the
Paraphenilia, stand from zig zags to buddha pipes to blunts
Chumps, ain't in the ride
Sometimes proper bitches gotta wait
A white tint, and from the indo
AC, is on my way to the studio
You ain't gotta be no thug, to
That feelin connected to the bud
That you can purchase in these wild city
But if you got somethin on it, join the smoke out in my

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

Yeah, it to me C
Suck one, suck two, now I'm high as you
So roll up the tight
I might roll up a whole half
I the contact from the dove shack
Oh I told ya, no need for the zig zags
Pass me the and split 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 smoke
And remember, two hits and
And I'm yo ass
So you wont take more than you to
Headin to
To get the thats crunchy like Doritos
Speakin of
I supposed to stop at 19 in and out
And here we go, down 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 another one fool

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

Okay, who got the Zig Zags aka rollin
Twisted on these, twisted enough gain on caper
For ends and some skills whichever comes first
Or better yet get smoked out my lungs burst
With the flowed up AC low flowin
Summertime in the LBC the 12th a blowin
I got bud, what?
I give love, what?
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 nasty ass blunts
I do smoke but I dont smoke no ones tree stump
So pass me the white pack, the orange or blue
a fact them newspapers over there will do
And as we slide, four deep to the
A of smoke fill the inside of my ride why

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

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