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, cant 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 one blaze like its barbeque beef
it aint 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 dodger and a
a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya
and if i beat u get my gun and im a buck ya
turn u over like a pull out my dick and im a fuck ya
like a fiend for the weed ill
4 15's in ur trunk beat
proper ass amps zapco,
put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a
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 these thangs and these hoes,
one line at a goes up a niggas nose
the shit my sinuses just like a shower
indo or thai blend it in with the
now im high with a hard ass dick
ooh goes my pager could it be a trick bitch
oooh its Janine, she my dick clean
cum right away 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 all i need 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 said I got the drank and you got the
He my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the place
For me to get and you to get drunk
We dope we rap and these hoes we fuuck

Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that
brush Mr. Cee so I could tidy up the
Out shop hoes do jock
See my in a rag I will drop top
See the freak on the block I her name was Kim
Just stole her in the Cutty like Iceberg
I said hi how you doin, my 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 'cause 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 same damn
Nigga more dope than Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the truth but I'm a good liar
The Dre Dog nigga smoke than Richard Pryor
I'm to the dope that I smoke no joke
Check me now there's a gram 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 that they should call me Dre Blow
'cause I don't drink beer I don't gin
Bust the hit the pussy then 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 blunts fool to fill my brain
Chewy boy do me raw cut
And niggas get pumped when they dank aroma
When smell dank 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