Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

High
Nigga I thought you
So roll up the bud and dont forget the brew
We havin a smoke out in the of the MC
But do this kinda fast
Hit that muthafucka bout two times and it
To the hand side
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 with the and the rumps
Japanese eyes, describes the effects of the
They rollin sack sack its gettin ridiculous
I'm twisted so much, my should be licorice
Ticklish the senses
Mind's on blank, so fuck the about the past
Ship shit to the front
Paraphenilia, stand here from zig zags to buddha to blunts
Chumps, allowed in the ride
Sometimes proper gotta wait outside
A white tint, and from the indo
AC, is on my way to the studio
You ain't be no thug, to love
That feelin connected to the bud
That you can purchase in these city streets
But if you got somethin on it, the smoke out in my backseat

They havin a smoke out in my
Yo nigga the bud like we used to do
They havin a smoke out in my
I dont if I take a toke or two
havin a smoke out in my backseat
Yo pass the bud like 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 feelin as you
So up the windows tight
Because I might roll up a half
I the contact from the dove shack
Oh I haven't told ya, no for the zig zags
me the blunt and split it
Hit it now it
You as as fuck
eyes are closin up
Now tell me whats up, is it the
As the swells up with smoke
And remember, two hits and
And I'm yo ass
So you wont take more than you 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, down Atlantic panic
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 another one BLOUNT

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

Okay, who got the Zig Zags aka papers
Twisted on these, enough gain on enough caper
For some ends and skills whichever comes first
Or better yet get out until my lungs burst
the flowed up AC low chronic flowin
Summertime in the LBC the 12th a blowin
I got that bud,
I give them love,
The fat ass dove,
You thought that cool,
The fattest doja one has eva seen
And nigga for all you broke ass indo fiends
In them for them nasty ass blunts
I do smoke grass but I dont smoke no tree stump
So me the white pack, the orange or even blue
Matter a 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 the bud like we used to do
They havin a out in my backseat
I dont mind if I take a or two
They havin a smoke out in my
Yo nigga pass the bud like we to do
They havin a out in my backseat
it on, pass it on

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