Luyện nghe bài hát Smokedope And Rap

I chewy like a mother fucking nut
You got a bag get the zags and roll her up
'cause a nigga like me, cant fake it when im
Get the for the tight red eyes
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 nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
yea, im a 6'5" motherfucker
if u didnt me, you would think i was a clucker
but im not a im a dodger 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 bitch out my dick and im a fuck ya
a fiend for the weed ill tweak
4 in ur trunk thats beat
proper ass amps zapco,
put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a
pump RBL's 1 2 3
or the funky 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 goes up a niggas
the clean my sinuses just like a shower
indo or thai blend it in the powder
now im chewy high a hard ass dick
ooh there my pager could it be a trick bitch
oooh its Janine, she licked my clean
cum right bring a dime bag of weed
Like a nigga thats sick, caught up in the
the pussy bust a nut and like a vet stick 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 weed but I left in my
Did you really I would smoke some dank with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog rolled
See my nigga Cougnut nigga let's get
He I got the drank and you got the dank
He said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the
For me to get high and you to get
We smoke dope we rap and these we fuuck

Ooh I'm as hell from snorting that girl
Mr. Cee so I could tidy up the curl
Out shop hoes do jock
See my in a rag I will drop top
See the freak on the block I think her was Kim
Just stole her in the 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 hair looked 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 just don't care
Except for my dope my money and
'cause everywhere I go it's the damn song
Nigga smoke more dope Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the truth but I'm such a liar
The Dre Dog nigga smoke more Richard Pryor
I'm true to the dope that I smoke no
me right now there's a gram in my coat
Cocaine blunts (what?) and hip hop (what?)
car keys and ID that's fake
And rhymes do pay so my pockets do
I snort so much that they should call me Dre Blow
'cause I drink beer I don't drink gin
Bust the freak hit the pussy I try to fuck her friends
Dre Dog don't laugh ain't a damn thing
When niggas to freaks who ain't got no money
I done smoke enough fool to fill my brain
Chewy boy do me raw cut
And niggas get when they smell dank aroma
When they smell aroma then they know I'm on the corner
They offer me but I don't get drunk
I smoke dope I rap and these hoes I