Luyện nghe bài hát Smoker Face

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

Uh, quality in it,
tell me you don't get to die twice, so the high life, we livin',
Throw parties wit bad bitches, the cribs so its hard to see in it,
Got that wanna go places, scared to show up wit me,
say I'm bad for they image,
Oh well, I roll up L,
You thinkin' you got the bomb, a real can tell,
Only drink Gin when I wit the liquor,
And smoke joints, I don't fuck wit the swisher,
Stayed the once, now she done smokin' swishers,
And I ain't passin' shit, I don't wit you niggas Cuz,
I'm by my lonely,
else tired, high,
I'm up watchin' 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 if you smoke it last
A loaded, lookin for another (drink?) but I already rolled it
Chop show me
And nigga my credit good in every
me dat
You be where the lames and them phonies at
Poor thing, I'm used to rollin up and the whole thing
Them otha claim and sayin that they get high and leave it wit all kinds of seeds
Probably why you hit it and get the face
This ain't loud, this a noise
Smoke like I got a point to
That's why everytime you see me got a joint to
me dog bring his own in case you need a reminder, mister blow it by the
O-O-O-O-o, o, o,
yeah