Luyện nghe bài hát Trippy

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

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

out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man
Pussy ass nigga spark something, I'm a gasoline can
I'm high don't blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw it
I don't know if I'm coming or going, T, make my a Samoan
And I see lights flashing, life passing, take a home and fuck like rabbits
Styrofoam cups and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot
My numb, I can't talk, no balance, my spine hurts
My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try drugs, I'm diverse
Earth, farewell, high as heaven, eyes low as hell
Keep scratching, keep biting my nails Keep lighting an L, I'm a in the air
I like brownies and cookies, I'm straight but seeing crooked
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, and that drank
my trippy kit
That's my kit
my trippy kit
Weed, pills and that
my trippy kit
That's my kit
my trippy kit
Weed, pills and drank
That's my kit

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

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