Luyện nghe bài hát Smokedope And Rap

I smoke chewy a mother fucking nut
You got a gram bag get the and roll her up
a nigga like me, cant fake it when im high
Get the visine for the red eyes
Jumped in the Cutlass the niggas from the set
The blunt out, but we aint done yet
Get one blaze like its barbeque beef
it nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
yea, im a skinny 6'5"
if u didnt know me, you would think i was a
but im not a clucker im a and a ducker
come a lil 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 bitch pull out my dick and im a ya
like a fiend for the weed ill
4 15's in ur trunk beat
proper ass zapco, alpine
put the coke on the dash roll a do a line
RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the funky by the I.M.P
now im high like a jet
a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
slang these thangs and fuck hoes,
one line at a time goes up a nose
the shit clean my sinuses like a shower
or thai blend it in with the powder
now im chewy high with a hard ass
ooh goes my pager could it be a trick bitch
oooh its Janine, she licked my dick
cum right away bring a dime bag of
a nigga thats sick, caught up in the groove
Kill the pussy bust a nut and a vet stick 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 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 dope we rap and these hoes we fuuck

Ooh I'm high as from snorting that girl
brush Mr. Cee so I could tidy up the
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 Iceberg
I hi how you doin, my name is Dre Dog
You give me your number I'll give you a
She said my hair looked proper as it in the wind
But I can't her number 'cause I fucked her best friend
a pity I'm a nigga that just don't care
Except for my my money and hair
'cause everywhere I go it's the same song
Nigga smoke more dope than and Chong
I love to tell the but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog smoke more than Richard Pryor
I'm true to the that I smoke no joke
Check me 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 snow that they call me Dre Blow
'cause I don't beer I don't drink gin
Bust the freak hit the pussy then I try to her friends
Dre Dog don't laugh a damn thing funny
niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no money
I done smoke enough blunts fool to my brain
boy do me raw cut cocaine
And niggas get pumped when smell dank aroma
When they smell dank then they know I'm on the corner
They me drank but I don't get drunk
I smoke I rap and these hoes I fuck