Luyện nghe bài hát Trippy

Uh, skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyes
Bust your fucking nigga, turn your shit to red wine
Don't fuck up my nigga, I'm too gone, bye nigga
She get dick, and ignored, thats a D.W.I nigga
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 in traffic
I'm smoking on that strong, got me coughing like I'm buried
I've been fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin
I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run 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 high horse, I do is my choice
I'm high as the scoreboard, bitch 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, pills and drank
That's my 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
That's my kit
That's my kit
Weed, pills and drank
my trippy kit

Shout out to my weed man, out to my lean man
Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something, I'm a can
I'm high nigga don't 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 bitch and fuck like rabbits
Styrofoam and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot flashes
My numb, I can't talk, no balance, my spine hurts
My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try drugs, I'm diverse
Goodbye Earth, farewell, as heaven, eyes low as hell
Keep scratching, keep biting my nails lighting an L, I'm a kite in the air
I like brownies and cookies, I'm straight but seeing crooked
I got my trippy kit, I hope I trip and fall in some

Weed, pills and drank
That's my kit
That's my kit
my trippy kit
Weed, pills and drank
That's my kit
my trippy kit
That's my kit
Weed, pills and drank
my trippy kit
That's my kit
That's my 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 bong, tryna see what I toke
This that Cali kush, I motivate not
All I is Mary, let the models do the coke
Tryna' get some Becky in the 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 lean I laugh
In your baby mama ear and I'm smash
call me the trippy king, don't try me nigga
Juicy J with the Taylors, Chinese eyes

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