Luyện nghe bài hát Trippy

Uh, blue skies, skies, I see you with my red eyes
your fucking grape nigga, turn your shit to red wine
Don't fuck up my high nigga, I'm too gone, bye
She get dick, and ignored, thats a D.W.I nigga
My crawlin', my walls 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 strong, got me coughing like I'm getting buried
I've been 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, king me with my crown on
I to better drugs, my cap and gown on
knock me off my high horse, what I do is my choice
I'm high as the scoreboard, bitch look up at my
I'm trippin' out, mouth, I got high and fell asleep loaded
I up and got high again, O.K, I'm reloaded

Weed, and that drank
That's my kit
my trippy kit
That's my kit
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, 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 blow it, I trust it as far as I could 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
cups and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot flashes
My numb, I can't talk, no balance, my spine hurts
My surf, my eye jerks, I try different drugs, I'm diverse
Goodbye Earth, farewell, high as heaven, low as hell
scratching, keep biting my nails Keep 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 pussy

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

Musty in a zip lock
up top notch
Weed that I smoke, straight off a
Six foot bong, see what I toke
that Cali kush, I motivate not gloat
All I need is Mary, let the 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 a drag
Take the blunt, dip it in the then I laugh
In your baby mama ear and I'm gonna'
They call me the trippy king, don't try me
Juicy J with the Taylors, eyes nigga

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