Luyện nghe bài hát So High (G-13)

{*sampled woman "So High" in background
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, it back
We gotta them ten of them, nahI'msayin?
And don't that Remy with the.. (Smokin) that Henny, knowImean?
And that big booty bitches with it off
With the on, knowI'msayin?
Yeah bring big women and smoke it
Get over here, knowI'msayin? (Smokin)
like that baby
Let them niggaz what's up Ra

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

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