Luyện nghe bài hát Stoned Raiders

1 for trouble, 8 for the
7 to get ready I'm lettin' off all my load
Funk, monk, in the trunk
I got'cha, thumpin' so
Up and down the
I'm a cap-peela', strapped illa
I'm the west coast it on, no one's reala'
Get'cha fix of the funk
A small dose of the weed, like it's suppose to be
it up, just move it on out
What ya son
I got the shot, and it's all over now
One nation under a
Smoke a pound for the of it
Every time I a move
and together
Raw leather
goin' out like a punk, never

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It's the number one maker
Money take a, few back I'm on a plane to Jamaica,(Am I)
a fat wada, talk shit
For the fool I'm thinkin' about, I got the shit
Hard rock bone
Stoned Raider, in the Temple of
Assert to
Never be shit slide, no way
Bitch niggas can
But, find they ass some day

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Wherever you are, put ya motherfuckin' in the air
Some dogs, like you pair
When I to the metro
clip, be lookin' around
Cause shit ain't over with yet
can't understand my situation,
Now they caught up in the Soul
Fool, take cover, it's all over
I break ya off a chunk of this motherfucker

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