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
'cause a nigga me, cant fake it when im high
Get the visine for the red eyes
Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas the set
The went out, but we aint done yet
Get another one like 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 clucker im a and a ducker
come a lil closer im a 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
ass amps zapco, alpine
put the coke on the dash roll a do a line
pump RBL's 1 2 3
or the funky by the I.M.P
now im high a motherfucking jet
a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
slang these thangs and these hoes,
one line at a time goes up a niggas
the shit clean my just like a shower
indo or thai blend it in the powder
now im chewy high with a ass dick
ooh there my pager could it be a trick bitch
oooh its Janine, she licked my dick
cum right away a dime bag of weed
Like a nigga sick, caught up in the groove
Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet stick and
Out of that a quickies all i need she got mad
Because I killed it and I didn't bring the
I did bring the but I left in my Cutty
Did you really think I would smoke some 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 is the place
For me to get high and you to get
We smoke dope we rap and these hoes we

Ooh I'm high as from snorting that girl
Mr. Cee so I could tidy up the curl
Out that hoes do jock
See my Cutty in a rag I drop top
See the freak on the block I her name was Kim
Just stole her in the Cutty like 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 her number '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
everywhere I go it's the same damn song
Nigga smoke more dope than and Chong
I love to the truth but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog nigga more than Richard Pryor
I'm true to the dope that I smoke no
Check me right now there's a gram in my
Cocaine blunts (what?) and hip hop (what?)
Rubber car and ID that's fake
And rhymes do pay so my do grow
I snort so much snow that they should call me Dre
'cause I don't drink beer I don't gin
Bust the freak hit the then I try to fuck her friends
Dre Dog laugh ain't a damn thing funny
niggas talk 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 know I'm on the corner
They offer me drank but I get drunk
I smoke I rap and these hoes I fuck