Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Hit

I'm get you high today

Relax facin', facin' hallucinations
does it till the skull get your lungs full
Take a deep [Incomprehensible], sit back Mack
Got that bu-yow shit that get'cha higher than

Is as stone alone, it's always on
Never home-grown totin' 'cause the streets me potent
Down '84 now live for '95
Got it swingin' while some bangin', I'm dope slangin'

For my expenses, know the consequences
The bigger the sack, the bigger the
No time for repentance, put it down, count the
That I tally, runnin' and alleys through Inglewood, Cali

So back the up, don't act the fuck up
Never slip the hit, triple-six in the clip when I trip
So beware, never dare to have qualms
With that nigga Mack 10 of ghetto ass bombs
a hit

Can you feel it nigga? can save ya
Roll ya and take a heel on my shit
Can you feel it nigga? can save ya
Roll ya and take a heel on my shit

Get'cha high like a rocket, in my pocket
Mean the green, bomb like the chocolate
Thai, I 1-0, gun ho
ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo

Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with
Tragic when you catch it, runnin' from my
New Jackin' got it crackin' like
Stackin' like casinos, like the primos

Make your dough black, attack like karate
Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your
Leave ya numb, red rum, like a Dodger
Nothin' bomber than this West side ghetto

Hundred pure dopeness and it seems
Heavy as a Chevy, too much for a beam
Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya
And it stop, I can't stop Mack 10 and it won't stop

So a hit
(I'm gonna get you today)
Shit, Mac 10
(But I'm gonna get you today)

Can you feel it Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my
Can you feel it Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my

Got that one-hitter quitter shit so a whiff
Need a torch to light my spliff, work the late shift
Get my Had it sewed up ever since I showed up
Cookin' up boulders, got a crew fulla

B's, claimin' C's, everybody Gs
Went laces to Deez, from mo' C's to Ki's
What you need guaranteed to whip and ya trippin'
Like your sane, I sippin', germ dippin'

you tweak, lose sleep, I creep like a phantom
Ran 'em then I win 'em, all up in 'em like
Got the lotions, motion, hit the magic potion
panic, satanic, devotions, convulsions

Wipe your crew out, niggas get blew out
Hides behind a stockin' the bomb's tick-tockin'
Keep rockin' and it quit, it's Mack 10 the shit
So press your luck but'cha know you fuck wit it
a hit

Can you feel it Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my
Can you feel it Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya and take a heel on my shit

Can you feel it nigga? can save ya
ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my