Luyện nghe bài hát Smokedope And Rap

I smoke chewy like a fucking nut
You got a gram bag get the zags and her up
'cause a nigga me, cant fake it when im high
Get the visine for the tight red
in the Cutlass with 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 blunt for the funk in ya
yea, im a 6'5" motherfucker
if u know me, you would think i was a clucker
but im not a clucker im a and a ducker
come a lil closer im a show u im a ya
and if i cant beat u get my gun and im a ya
turn u over like a pull out my dick and im a fuck ya
like a fiend for the weed ill
4 in ur trunk thats beat
ass amps zapco, alpine
put the on the dash roll a dolla do a line
RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the funky by the I.M.P
now im high 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 clean my sinuses just like a shower
indo or thai it in with the powder
now im chewy high with a ass dick
ooh goes my pager could it be a trick bitch
oooh its Janine, she my dick clean
cum right bring a dime bag of weed
a nigga thats sick, caught up in the groove
Kill the pussy bust a nut and a vet stick and move
Out of that a quickies all i need she got mad
Because I it and I didn't bring the weed
I did bring the but I left in my Cutty
Did you really think I would smoke dank with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog rolled
See my nigga nigga let's get high
He said I got the drank and you got the
He said my nigga Dre Dog is the place
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 tidy up the curl
Out shop hoes do jock
See my in a rag I will drop top
See the on the block I think her name was Kim
Just stole her in the like Iceberg Slim
I hi how you doin, my name is Dre Dog
You give me your number I'll you a call
She said my hair proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga that just don't
Except for my dope my and hair
'cause everywhere I go it's the same song
Nigga smoke more dope than Cheech and
I love to tell the but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog nigga smoke more than Pryor
I'm true to the dope that I no joke
Check me right now there's a in my coat
blunts (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)
Rubber car keys and ID fake
And rhymes do pay so my do grow
I snort so much snow they should call 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 fool to fill my
boy do me raw cut cocaine
And niggas get pumped when they 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 dope I rap and these hoes I