Luyện nghe bài hát So High (G-13)

{*sampled woman singing "So High" in
throughout track*}

??? (RZA)]
Yeah son, 36
(Smoked out.. oh.. smokin.. smokin)
Oh, yeah man, It's Not a son
Yo Ra man (Smokin) Yo Ra man, bring it
We gotta bring them ten of them,
And don't forget Remy with the.. (Smokin) that Henny, knowImean?
And that big booty with it ripped off
With the jiggles on,
Yeah some big women and smoke it
Get high over here, (Smokin)
Straight like that
Let them niggaz what's up Ra

BZZZZ..
Killa Bee sting, blitz from the sticky green
I had the thai mixed with the G-13
the supercali-fragalistic twisted
Throat dry as brownies, I had to sip a
Called up Johnny Blaze 'cause I know he like to
He said for migraine weed be the anti-dote
Brown got more seeds than a cantaloupe
Northern Lights have you runnin like antelopes
through a microscope, crystallized T.H.C.
I mix mine with the Digi soaked in minty
And I puff.. puff and I the smoke
{*coughs three times*} ..but I choke

[Timbo
Blaze up, and let's 'til we hazed up
What you drinkin? or Henny straight up?
Super-high motherfucker, nigga, Up
And cop a bag of that good
Eh-yo, dip that shit, nigga, one and pass
Smoke 'til ya lungs and hit ya ass
'Dro, evergreen, seen seeds?
No, you never seen trees these
Budded, the crystal studded
I'm blunted with the pistol, it
smokin.. {*inhales*} super-high nigga
I'm whino real, fifty sack of that good
From the shit
Got the Remy on my 'til death do us
Eyes low, breath smellin hydro
I'm high yo, up in the Tahoe bumpin
Keep like G's son, just in case
Blackjack Las Vegas, we puff God
High outta my mind, forgot today is
It's Bo King blunted, chokin on the
Smoke scream effects, smell the marijuana