Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

High
Nigga I you knew
So roll up the bud and forget about the brew
We havin a out in the back of the MC
But lets do this kinda
Hit muthafucka bout two times and pass it
To the left 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 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 should be
Ticklish describes the
Mind's on blank, so fuck the reminiscese the past
Ship that shit to the
Paraphenilia, stand from zig zags to buddha pipes to blunts
Chumps, ain't allowed in the
Sometimes proper gotta wait outside
A white tint, and imprinted from the
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, join the out in my backseat

They havin a smoke out in my
Yo pass 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 havin a out in my backseat
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 roll up a whole half
I want the contact from the shack
Oh I told ya, no need for the zig zags
me the blunt and split it
Hit it now it
You as as fuck
Your eyes are up
Now tell me whats up, is it the
As the atmosphere swells up with
And remember, two hits and
And I'm yo ass
So you wont take than you supposed to
Headin to
To get the blunt thats crunchy like
Speakin of
I supposed to stop at 19 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 it back to me
And light up another one BLOUNT

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

Okay, who got the Zig Zags aka papers
on these, twisted enough gain on enough caper
For some ends and skills whichever comes first
Or better yet get smoked out until my burst
With the flowed up AC low chronic
in the LBC through the 12th a blowin
I got bud, what?
I give love, what?
The fat ass dove,
You thought cool, oooh
The fattest dimes one has eva seen
And nigga sucks for all you broke ass fiends
In them for them nasty ass blunts
I do grass but I dont smoke no ones tree stump
So pass me the white pack, the orange or even
Matter a fact them over 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 we used to do
They havin a out in my backseat
I dont if I take a toke 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
Pass it on, it on

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