Luyện nghe bài hát Smokedope And Rap

I smoke chewy like a mother nut
You got a gram bag get the zags and her up
'cause a nigga like me, fake it when im high
Get the visine for the tight red
Jumped in the Cutlass the niggas from the set
The blunt out, but we aint done yet
Get another one blaze its barbeque beef
it aint nuttin like a for the funk in ya teeth
yea, im a skinny 6'5"
if u didnt know me, you would i was a clucker
but im not a clucker im a dodger and a
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 a bitch pull out my dick and im a fuck ya
like a fiend for the weed ill
4 15's in ur trunk thats
ass amps zapco, alpine
put the coke on the roll a dolla do a line
pump maybe 1 2 3
or the shit by the I.M.P
now im high like a jet
fuck a 9 to 5 im a on the set
slang thangs and fuck these hoes,
one line at a time goes up a nose
the shit clean my just like a shower
indo or thai blend it in with the
now im chewy high with a hard ass
ooh goes my pager could it be a trick bitch
oooh its Janine, she licked my clean
cum away bring a dime bag of weed
Like a thats sick, caught up in the groove
Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet and move
Out of that house a quickies all i she got mad
Because I killed it and I bring the weed
I did bring the but I left in my Cutty
Did you really I would smoke some dank with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog eyes
See my nigga Cougnut nigga get high
He said I got the and you got the dank
He said my nigga Dre Dog is the place
For me to get and you to get drunk
We dope we rap and these hoes we fuuck

Ooh I'm as hell from snorting that girl
brush Mr. Cee so I could up the curl
Out that shop hoes do
See my in a rag I will drop top
See the freak on the block I think her was Kim
Just her in the Cutty like Iceberg Slim
I hi how you doin, my name 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 'cause I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga just don't care
Except for my my money and hair
'cause I go it's the same damn song
Nigga smoke more than Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the truth but I'm such a liar
The Dre Dog nigga smoke more than Pryor
I'm true to the dope I smoke no joke
Check me right now a gram in my coat
Cocaine (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)
Rubber car keys and ID that's
And do pay so my pockets do grow
I snort so much snow that they should call me Dre
'cause I drink beer I don't drink gin
Bust the freak hit the pussy then I try to fuck her
Dre Dog laugh ain't a damn thing funny
When niggas to freaks who ain't got no money
I smoke enough blunts fool to fill my brain
boy do me raw cut cocaine
And niggas get pumped they smell dank aroma
When they smell dank aroma then they I'm on the corner
They me drank but I don't get drunk
I smoke I rap and these hoes I fuck