Luyện nghe bài hát Trippy

Uh, blue skies, blue skies, I see you with my red
Bust your fucking grape nigga, turn your shit to red
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 talkin', the pictures in here lookin' at me
The movin', I'm seeing shit, I'm blowing like I'm stuck in traffic
I'm smoking on that strong, got me like I'm getting buried
been fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary
I'm stoned, Jagger, I can run around Saturn
Eyes rolling and keep 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, what I do is my
I'm high as the scoreboard, bitch look up at my
I'm trippin' out, mouth, I got high and fell asleep loaded
I woke up and got again, O.K, I'm reloaded

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

Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my man
ass nigga wanna spark something, I'm a gasoline 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 cups and wine glasses, 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
Earth, farewell, high as heaven, eyes low as hell
Keep scratching, keep biting my nails lighting an L, I'm a kite in the air
I like weed brownies and cookies, I'm but seeing crooked
I got my kit, I hope I trip and fall in some pussy

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

Musty in a zip lock
Twisted up top
Weed that I smoke, straight off a
Six foot bong, tryna see 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 backseat of the
Hit the weed man, him that I need a bag
up every morning and I take a drag
Take the blunt, dip it in the then I laugh
In your baby ear and I'm gonna' smash
They call me the trippy king, try me nigga
Juicy J the Taylors, Chinese eyes nigga

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