Luyện nghe bài hát Smokedope And Rap

I smoke chewy like a mother nut
You got a gram bag get the and roll her up
'cause a like me, cant fake it when im high
Get the visine for the tight red
Jumped in the Cutlass with the 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 6'5" motherfucker
if u didnt know me, you would i was a clucker
but im not a im a dodger and a ducker
come a lil 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
a fiend for the weed ill tweak
4 15's in ur trunk beat
proper ass amps zapco,
put the on the dash 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
these thangs and fuck these hoes,
one line at a time goes up a nose
the shit clean my sinuses just like a
or thai blend it in with the powder
now im high with a hard ass dick
ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick
oooh its Janine, she licked my clean
cum right away bring a dime bag of
Like a nigga thats sick, up in the groove
Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet and move
Out of house a quickies all i need she got mad
Because I killed it and I bring the weed
I did the weed but I left in my Cutty
Did you really think I would smoke some dank you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog rolled
See my nigga Cougnut let's get high
He said I got the 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 hoes we

Ooh I'm high as hell from that girl
brush Mr. Cee so I tidy up the curl
Out that shop do jock
See my Cutty in a rag I will top
See the on the block I think her name was Kim
Just stole her in the Cutty 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 looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her 'cause I fucked her best friend
It's a I'm a nigga that just don't care
for my dope my money and hair
'cause everywhere I go it's the same damn
Nigga more dope 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 that I no joke
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 so much snow 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 thing funny
When niggas talk to who ain't got no money
I done smoke enough fool to fill my brain
Chewy boy do me raw cut
And niggas get pumped they smell dank aroma
When they smell dank then they know I'm on the corner
They offer me but I don't get drunk
I smoke dope I rap and hoes I fuck