Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin' Green

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

Chorus: 1-2-3 niggaz dank in my cadillac
4-5 niggaz smokin weed in my
6-7 niggaz blowin in my cadillac
8-9 niggaz blowin weed in my
10-11 gettin high in my cadillac
12-13 niggaz won't fit in my
Gettin high in my
Niggaz smokin in the cadilla

Uugghh!

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

II*
You got twenty 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
bout, she high as a kigitty-kite
But we fuckin and smokin dank all fuckin night
Made it mama smellin on a nigga shirt
Say it smell like chronic, I that green dirt
Got a fiendin, flippin to lunch
I mean you know that dank (oooowheeee!) have you the munch
Damn nigga, but it's all
today I do that same shit, knock on wood
My red eyes Visine, I got mine
If ya'll still smokin, fool press rewind

noises*

I

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

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

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