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 nigga, I'm too gone, bye nigga
She get dick, weed and ignored, thats a D.W.I
My crawlin', my walls talkin', the pictures in here lookin' at me
The ground movin', I'm seeing shit, I'm like I'm stuck in traffic
I'm smoking on that strong, got me coughing I'm getting buried
I've been fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was Virgin Mary
I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around
Eyes rolling back and keep like hazards
I king me, king me with my mushroom crown on
I graduated to 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, bitch look up at my
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
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, and that drank
my trippy kit
That's my kit
my trippy kit
Weed, pills and that
That's my kit

Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my man
Pussy ass nigga wanna something, I'm a gasoline can
I'm nigga 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, my blunt a Samoan
And I see lights flashing, life passing, take a bitch and fuck like rabbits
Styrofoam cups and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot
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, eyes low as
scratching, keep biting my nails Keep lighting an L, I'm a kite in the air
I like weed brownies and cookies, I'm but seeing crooked
I got my trippy kit, I hope I and fall in some pussy

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

Musty herb in a zip
Twisted up top
Weed that I smoke, straight off a
Six foot bong, tryna see what I
that Cali kush, I motivate not gloat
All I need is Mary, let the do the coke
Tryna' get some in the backseat of the ghost
Hit the weed man, tell him I need a bag
up every morning and I take a drag
Take the blunt, dip it in the lean I laugh
In your baby mama ear and I'm gonna'
They me the trippy king, don't try me nigga
Juicy J with the Taylors, Chinese eyes

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