Luyện nghe bài hát Trippy

Uh, blue skies, blue skies, I see you with my red
Bust your 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 skin crawlin', my walls talkin', the pictures in here at me
The ground movin', I'm seeing shit, I'm blowing I'm stuck in traffic
I'm smoking on that strong, got me coughing like I'm buried
I've been fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Mary
I'm stoned, Jagger, I can run around Saturn
Eyes rolling back and keep like hazards
I said king me, me with my mushroom 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 as the scoreboard, bitch 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, pills and drank
my trippy 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
That's my kit

Shout out to my weed man, out to my lean man
Pussy ass nigga 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 or going, T, make my blunt a Samoan
And I see lights flashing, life passing, take a bitch home and fuck like
Styrofoam cups and wine glasses, glasses, hot flashes
My tongues numb, I can't talk, no balance, my spine
My surf, my eye jerks, I try different drugs, I'm diverse
Earth, farewell, high as heaven, eyes low as hell
Keep scratching, keep biting my Keep lighting an L, I'm a kite in the air
I like weed brownies and cookies, I'm straight but crooked
I got my trippy kit, I I trip and fall in some pussy

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

Musty herb in a zip
up top notch
Weed that I smoke, off a boat
Six bong, tryna see what I toke
This that Cali kush, I not gloat
All I is Mary, let the models do the coke
Tryna' get some Becky in the of the ghost
Hit the weed man, him that I need a bag
Wake up morning and I take a drag
the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laugh
In your baby ear and I'm gonna' smash
They call me the king, don't try me nigga
Juicy J with the Taylors, eyes nigga

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