Luyện nghe bài hát That Good

I'm smoking I go
(No sticks, no seeds, Al Green)
I always gotta keep one
(I that, need that, got that)
I'm blowin' gram I own
(That purp, bomb, that kush)
Don't gotta understand, they
I smoke that, fire that, good that that

Concentrated, everyday I'm
Tree's and properly cultivated
I 'em, sprayed down, no chemicals
me and my buddy, ya hear me now
Never treat ya wrong, to his own
Snoop and Wiz the new and Chong
We up in smoke, street schemes
Smoking sticky green, having dreams
it down, put it in the zig zag
And the top back and let the ass drag
Hit the switch, way to get a bitch
branch, get a whiff of this
Black car, sack a
High school nigga what the fuck you
I'm all my classes with flying colors
And everyday I'm high as a

I'm smoking I go
(No sticks, no seeds, Al Green)
I always gotta one rolled
(I that, need that, got that)
I'm blowin' every I own
(That purp, bomb, that kush)
gotta understand, they know
I smoke that, fire that, good that good

Sun roof open, while I'm rolling
My bitches only notice it if potent
Bottle of Perignon, we can go it by the ocean
Get in between legs
Join and ashes all in your bed
You calling her babe, she calling me
'Cause I put that game all in her
She saw the crib, she know that I'm
When he have nothing he used to stall 'em
Now I the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him
And my pockets on swole, I'm Rick Ross big
And now when we shop we care what the cost is
Rolling up good, smoking that bomb
Blow a OZ, nigga that's boss shit
Now she all her man, rubber bands in my pocket
Getting money, going for my profit
Bad bitch the joint stuffed like stockings
Young nigga getting bread, why it

I'm smoking I go
(No sticks, no seeds, Al Green)
I gotta keep one rolled
(I that, need that, got that)
I'm blowin' gram I own
(That purp, bomb, that kush)
Don't understand, they know
I smoke that, fire that, good that that

We welcome you to the school
We do like we like to
We invite you
Now up get high to it
We welcome you to school
We do just like we to
We invite you
Now up get high to it
Get to it yeah

I'm everywhere I go
(No sticks, no seeds, Al Green)
I always gotta keep one
(I keep that, that, got that)
I'm blowin' gram I own
(That purp, bomb, that kush)
Don't gotta understand, know
I smoke that, fire that, good good that