Luyện nghe bài hát Smoker Face

I it by the O. Yea bitch.
Cudi wassup nigga? We should smoke this. Real shit

Uh, weeds in it,
They tell me you get to die twice, so the high life, we livin',
Throw parties wit bad bitches, the so foggy its hard to see in it,
Got girls that go places, scared to show up wit me,
say I'm bad for they image,
Oh well, I up another L,
You you got the bomb, a real smoker can tell,
drink Gin when I fucks wit the liquor,
And only smoke joints, I don't wit the swisher,
Stayed the once, now she done smokin' swishers,
And I passin' shit, I don't fuck wit you niggas Cuz,
I'm by my lonely,
Everyone tired, high,
I'm rollin' up Family Guy,
Finna call Spitta, He the only that can smoke how I smoke,
Known as Mister it by the O...

[Lady sings]

I hold it
Puff, puff,
And keep the roach if you it last
A nigga loaded, lookin for another (drink?) but I rolled it
show me that
And my credit good in every neighborhood
me dat
You be where the lames and them phonies at
Poor thing, I'm used to rollin up and smoking the thing
Them otha claim and sayin that they get high and leave it wit all kinds of seeds
why you hit it and get the smoker face
This ain't loud, a noise complaint
Smoke like I got a point to
That's why everytime you see me got a joint to
Tell me dog bring his own in you need a reminder, mister blow it by the
O-O-O-O-o, o, o,
bitch