Luyện nghe bài hát True

Im buzzin, I need True
Not the shit that you smoke that you grew
Straight Jamaica where the green grass grow
Cop me some and Im ready to go
me a big fat bat of the true up
Hide my bag I call the crew up
Blaze my J and take a strong
Then (coughs) choke off the true
But aint no thang, Im game to another puff
And as I smoke I say thats some good stuff
I can roll a J in 3 flat
At a baseball game I be a bat
In school, I'm cool, a J in the can
No homegrown please straight up Ghan
Keep a bic in my pocket 'cause im ready to
Keep the in my drawls by my balls and my dick
If you try to me you can be straight up lit
I smoke the type of you cant fuck with

If you take a strong toke turn your lungs blue
And fresh smellin True green grass is on you
No tellin how True I consume
The so potent you'll catch a contact in the next room
When I blaze it's just smog
wake up in the morning and thinks it's early morning fog
I have it, gotta smoke it, gotta have it
I can afford to be blowed 'cause my lifestyle's
True's in the when I walk in the place
Blaze up a J and blow in ya face
My wild I can never go wrong
And I smoke more True than Cheech &

I gotta get some True 'cause my bag's gettin low
in the ride headed for the True store
Give me a pound of your Sensimillia
I come everyday you oughta hook me up a deal
Just the cops had to raid the place
So I puffed on my J and blew smoke in they
They put us in cop car, me and my man and Pete
up True in the backseat
The cop jumped in and he jokin
He said go to jail or me that shit you been smokin
I cool and didn't even think about it
As for the True, never home without it