Luyện nghe bài hát Weed

Weed, weed, a relief
Where will my a day habit cease?
an agricultural service announcement
You can treat it and you can it

Let us now with the plant
The way it gets to your blunt in hand
See the doesn't grow fast enough for man
So for his lye, he makes a master

He has bowls to make the weed quicker
the hydroponic, the weed gets sicker
Twenty-one different soils are
Into the pot in one big

So just before it dies, it
In my back closet, with no moss and
Off the bud, we cut it, weigh it, and bag it
And there it is for local street addict

Green and buddy, an ounce condensely
it up and catch a heart attack
Now come on now man be for real
You are you smoke is the way I feel but

The weed and administration'll
Have you thinkin' lye is the perfect
See heads be livin' under and stress
where they get the best

Now beer and bless can become a of you
In cells and dome, this is true
So when the plant is grown, it
Sell some to your man or for free kid

it up, and begin seasonin'
Then you sit down, and begin seein'
In body, Blackwoods, a Phillie, a Dutcher
All the need and for another

See any addictive by any man
Even the rag it's all the same
The Alchemist'll my ass, strung out
On the Indo and Northern no doubt

Think you got your habit on lock?
Tell you gonna try and stop
weed and you'll see you need the tree
It's the one drug on the street

Not coke, 'cause that's a category of
But the green leaf, that I smoke wreath
Now herb life and real bad breath
Smoke all your and what you got left?

high, the sedative
Watchin' the movie Friday, with a
By Chris Tucker, that high
For anybody, Northern or

See how many blunts we pump up fatter?
How many seeds gotta fall in the
How chickens wanna smoke what you smoke
And how many ask for just one toke?

Now they'll consume, the local dread could care
He'll you donkey shit and say it's fresh
For ninety-nine, you
and Mighty, Mr. Eon, Mighty Mi

Get own shit, get your own shit man
This my shit, I smoke my
You your shit
Then be fine