Luyện nghe bài hát Up In Smoke

Yo,.lyrical on wax, what!?
Still gettin high, puffin' la,
Yeah, Squad, Blunt Records,
this shit out,
Link.. wha..

Yo, i'm up in smoke,
Puffin' cho-co-la-te, queto
I my flow, and knock it out just like Jose Canseco
So take off like Delta, run for
no helper here, you felt of it
L be servin niggas like Mr.
I twist an L, sip a beer here and
Drink liquor then pick a stripper that I can rip and tear, yeah
Come hear the of a rookie fromt he boogie down
Used to be a shorty but guess whos nukkies now
So if you got the heart
Start some bullshit, it's bid
A bullet through your from my full clip
I pull triggas givin hell, like I'm sittin,
Fake a move, punk, and i'll run you like Walter Payton
Makin hits, my cliques, makin
Like Don Shula, nothin's
Than on a phat blunt from Cu-ba

I more blunts than a little bit,
What are you an
The I smoke,
The my phillie get
I smoke more blunts a little bit,
What are you an
up in the mornin, got me yearnin for herb!

Start the session,
confessions, spark the cu' up,
Cu' be the supa-fly's, buddahfied,
in a suit n tie,
Cruisin the 5 boroughs wit live thorough,
Niggas that like to smoke Hydro in front of 5-0,
Yo shoot that piece of chit, Chichi get the yayo,
I pay Frank a visit, but the bisquit to his cuello,
Ey yo, this blunt's got me buggin,
I be thuggin it out, like playin,
You sayin nothing, bustin rappers like adreneline,
Puttin in'em,
Put'em on stage, for minimum wage, to graves is i send'em
Hem'em up a party dress
Terror Squad is as as it gets
your heart out your chest
Spark the cess, stressin the sex
Wanna jump up in the Lex, twin, when they see me wit the
Twisted up the dutch, a little Tony's
work the clutch while i lite the bliz up
On a highway wit big fucka
Gettin high like Tucker on Friday, hit it my way
Frank Sinatra, lite up at the opera
When the come show the prescription from the docta
I puff I got ta'
This stuff the rasta's
Get enough love in the Bronx, Italians wit all the pasta
John Blazin, the tree's blazin
You a lil weed gonna fuck with my cordination??

Wha wha..

Haha.. yeah..
for life.. Blunt Records,
Seis,
Punisher,
Fat Ji-Doe,
Don Cartigina,
Fulla-clips, wha what,
Cuban it,
Artie's,.. yeah,
Wha wha.. niggas..
Blunted.
Yea nigga.. how we do.