Luyện nghe bài hát Trippy

Uh, blue skies, skies, I see you with my red eyes
Bust your fucking grape nigga, turn shit to red wine
Don't fuck up my nigga, I'm too gone, bye nigga
She get dick, weed and ignored, thats a D.W.I
My skin crawlin', my walls talkin', the in here lookin' at me
The ground movin', I'm seeing shit, I'm blowing like I'm stuck in
I'm smoking on that strong, got me coughing I'm getting buried
I've fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary
I'm stoned, Jagger, I can run around Saturn
Eyes rolling back and blinking like hazards
I said king me, me with my mushroom crown on
I to better drugs, my cap and gown on
Don't knock me off my horse, what I do is my choice
I'm as the scoreboard, bitch look up at my points
I'm out, cotton mouth, I got high and fell asleep loaded
I woke up and got high again, O.K, I'm

Weed, and that drank
That's my kit
That's my kit
That's my kit
Weed, pills and drank
That's my kit
That's my kit
That's my kit
Weed, and that drank
my trippy kit
That's my kit
That's my kit
Weed, pills and that
That's my kit

Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my man
Pussy ass wanna spark something, I'm a gasoline can
I'm nigga don't blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw it
I know if I'm coming or going, T, make my blunt a Samoan
And I see lights flashing, life passing, take a bitch home and fuck rabbits
Styrofoam and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot flashes
My tongues numb, I can't talk, no balance, my spine
My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try different drugs, I'm
Goodbye Earth, farewell, high as heaven, eyes low as
Keep scratching, keep biting my nails Keep an L, I'm a kite in the air
I like weed brownies and cookies, I'm straight but seeing
I got my trippy kit, I hope I trip and in some pussy

Weed, pills and drank
That's my kit
my trippy kit
That's my kit
Weed, pills and that
my trippy kit
That's my kit
That's my kit
Weed, pills and that
That's my kit
That's my kit
my trippy kit
Weed, pills and that
That's my kit

Musty herb in a zip
up top notch
Weed that I smoke, off a boat
Six foot bong, tryna see I toke
This Cali kush, I motivate not gloat
All I need is Mary, let the models do the
Tryna' get some in the backseat of the ghost
Hit the weed man, tell him that I a bag
Wake up every morning and I take a
Take the blunt, dip it in the then I laugh
In your baby mama ear and I'm smash
They call me the trippy king, don't try me
Juicy J the Taylors, Chinese eyes nigga

Weed, pills and drank
my trippy kit
That's my kit
That's my kit
Weed, pills and drank
That's my kit
my trippy kit
That's my kit
Weed, and that drank
That's my kit
That's my kit
my trippy kit
Weed, and that drank
That's my kit