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 walls talkin', the pictures in 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 fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Mary
I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run Saturn
Eyes back 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, 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 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, and that drank
That's my kit
That's my kit
my trippy kit
Weed, and that drank
That's my kit
That's my kit
That's my kit
Weed, pills and drank
my trippy kit

Shout out to my man, shout out to my lean man
Pussy ass nigga wanna 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, a bitch home and fuck like rabbits
cups and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot flashes
My tongues numb, I talk, no balance, my spine hurts
My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try different drugs, I'm
Goodbye Earth, farewell, as heaven, eyes low as hell
Keep scratching, keep biting my nails Keep an L, I'm a kite in the air
I like weed brownies and cookies, I'm straight but seeing
I got my kit, I hope I trip and fall in some pussy

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

Musty herb in a zip
up top notch
Weed that I smoke, off a boat
Six foot bong, tryna see I toke
This that kush, I motivate not gloat
All I need is Mary, let the do the coke
get some Becky in the backseat of the ghost
Hit the man, tell him that I need a bag
Wake up every morning and I take a
the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laugh
In your baby mama ear and I'm 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
That's my kit
Weed, and that drank
That's my kit
That's my kit
my trippy kit
Weed, pills and that
my trippy kit