Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin' Green

(Master P)My nigga Big Boss gonna hit sweet
Kane and (what's up) gonna hit the muthafuckin sweet
(what's up Mo B?)Skull Dugrey (KL) gonna that muthafucka righthere (Craig B)I'm a smoke some of this
for all my dat's dead and gone and ain't here
(time for us TRU niggaz to get ya'll high)
somethin (Silkk in this bitch, C-Murder)
for all them niggaz in the projects that's tryin to up
(and you know me, Master P, pervin on muthafuckin swisher sweet)
Mr gonna hit this sweet (swisha sweet)
Somebody (that muthafuckin green chronic)
(nigga that's how we smoke it here)
put Big Pokey on that muthafuckin... on dank
(dank, doja) got him hooked on
(we don't fuck with that brown weed) Big V
(brown for suckas, nigga) pass him the sweet
and then give it to Big Man (and we cluckas)
(so it's time to jump in yo muthafuckin ride and get it up)
pass it, nigga, to Big Ed cause you know he'll mug you
(I want the to be foggy)
(and tell ya nigga, pass that muthafucka, go like this here)

Chorus: 1-2-3 niggaz blowin in my cadillac
4-5 niggaz weed in my cadillac
6-7 niggaz dank in my cadillac
8-9 blowin weed in my cadillac
10-11 niggaz gettin in my cadillac
niggaz won't fit in my cadillac
Gettin high in my
smokin sweets in the cadilla

Uugghh!

1*
TRU niggaz roaches in the ashtray (ashtray)
And smoke mo chronic than that nigga Dr. Dre
Ask Cube, cause today is a day (good day)
And I been blowin green all fuckin day
And these hoes on my nuts, cause I got weed
Keep em 2 for 5, I got it 4 for 3
Holla at yo boy, if you wanna get
I keep that green when I'm rollin in my dope
Lickin on that sweet, split it your fingernail
the tobacco out, pass the green dank that's real
Turn up the on the 18s
Roll up the window a nigga can't lose no swisha sweet
Smoke, and let my choke,
And if you handle that dank, get your ass out my car bro
We been smokin '83,
'97 told ya'll hoes, none of ya'll bitches ride for free

II*
You got let's go half on a 40,
the Lac at Motel 6, it's time to get retarded
Bitch ask me for a shotgun, I'm that
20 minutes, that ho on her back
Talkin bout, she as a kigitty-kite
But we been fuckin and smokin dank all fuckin
it home mama smellin on a nigga shirt
Say it smell like chronic, I mean that green
Got a fiendin, flippin to lunch
I you know that dank (oooowheeee!) have you with the munch
Damn nigga, but all good
After today I do same shit, knock on wood
My red eyes need Visine, I got
If ya'll niggaz still smokin, fool press

noises*

I

*Mo B.
Let's go on a 40 sack
Roll up some swishas, (I told ya'll niggaz I was gon get high)
For some on that
Cause it's to get high (Cause that's how TRU niggaz ride)
That's how TRU ride (No Limit Soldiers)

Smokin weed, me feel fine
Lord I got the chronic on my (repeat)

(Master P)
Playaz get high, let's get nigga, damn
one of ya'll gon pay
for my seats, done burned up my muthafuckin seats!