Luyện nghe bài hát Smoker Face

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

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

[Lady sings]

I never it
Puff, puff,
And keep the roach if you it last
A nigga loaded, for another (drink?) but I already rolled it
Chop show me
And nigga my credit good in every
me dat
You probably be where the and them phonies at
thing, I'm used to rollin up and smoking the whole thing
Them otha niggas claim and sayin that they get high and it wit all kinds of seeds
Probably why you hit it and get the face
This ain't loud, a noise complaint
Smoke like I got a to make
That's why everytime you see me got a joint to
Tell me dog bring his own in case you a reminder, mister blow it by the
O-O-O-O-o, o, o,
yeah