Luyện nghe bài hát Trippy

Uh, skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyes
Bust 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 skin crawlin', my walls talkin', the 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 coughing like I'm getting
I've been Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary
I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around
Eyes rolling back and keep blinking like
I said king me, king me 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 high as the scoreboard, look up at my points
I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth, I got and fell asleep loaded
I woke up and got high again, O.K, I'm

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

Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my man
Pussy ass nigga spark something, I'm a gasoline can
I'm high nigga blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw it
I don't know if I'm or going, T, make my blunt a Samoan
And I see lights flashing, life passing, take a bitch home and fuck like
Styrofoam 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, 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 and cookies, I'm straight but seeing crooked
I got my trippy kit, I hope I trip and in some pussy

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

Musty in a zip lock
Twisted up top
Weed I smoke, straight off a boat
Six foot bong, see what I toke
This Cali kush, I motivate not gloat
All I is Mary, let the models do the coke
Tryna' get some Becky in the backseat of the
Hit the weed man, tell him 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, don't try me
Juicy J with the Taylors, Chinese eyes

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