Luyện nghe bài hát Smokedope And Rap

I smoke like a mother fucking nut
You got a gram bag get the and roll her up
a nigga like me, cant fake it when im high
Get the for the tight red eyes
Jumped in the with the niggas from the set
The blunt out, but we aint done yet
Get another one blaze its barbeque beef
it nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
yea, im a 6'5" motherfucker
if u didnt know me, you would think i was a
but im not a im a dodger and a ducker
a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya
and if i cant u get my gun and im a buck ya
turn u over like a bitch pull out my and im a fuck ya
like a fiend for the weed ill
4 15's in ur thats beat
proper ass amps zapco,
put the coke on the roll a dolla do a line
RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the shit by the I.M.P
now im like a motherfucking jet
fuck a 9 to 5 im a on the set
slang these thangs and fuck hoes,
one line at a time up a niggas nose
the shit clean my sinuses just like a
indo or thai blend it in with the
now im chewy high with a ass dick
ooh there goes my pager could it be a bitch
oooh its Janine, she licked my clean
cum away bring a dime bag of weed
a nigga thats sick, caught up in the groove
Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet stick and
Out of that house a quickies all i she got mad
I killed it and I didn't bring the weed
I did bring the but I left in my Cutty
Did you think I would smoke some dank with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog eyes
See my nigga Cougnut nigga let's get
He said I got the drank and you got the
He said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the
For me to get high and you to get
We smoke dope we rap and hoes we fuuck

Ooh I'm high as hell from that girl
brush Mr. Cee so I could tidy up the
Out shop hoes do jock
See my in a rag I will drop top
See the freak on the block I her name was Kim
Just stole her in the Cutty like Slim
I said hi how you doin, my is Dre Dog
You me your number I'll give you a call
She said my looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number 'cause I her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga just don't care
for my dope my money and hair
'cause everywhere I go it's the damn song
Nigga more dope than Cheech and Chong
I love to the truth but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog nigga smoke than Richard Pryor
I'm true to the dope that I no joke
Check me now there's a gram in my coat
blunts (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)
Rubber car and ID that's fake
And do pay so my pockets do grow
I snort so much snow that they should me Dre Blow
'cause I don't beer I don't drink gin
Bust the freak hit the pussy then I try to fuck her
Dre Dog don't ain't a damn thing funny
niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no money
I done smoke enough blunts to fill my brain
boy do me raw cut cocaine
And niggas get pumped when they smell aroma
they smell dank aroma then they know I'm on the corner
They offer me drank but I get drunk
I smoke dope I rap and these hoes I