Luyện nghe bài hát Weed

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

Let us begin now the plant
The way that it to your blunt in hand
See the herb grow fast enough for man
So for his lye, he makes a master

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

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

Green and buddy, an condensely packed
Smoke it up and catch a attack
Now come on now man let's be for
You are what you is the way I feel but

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

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

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

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

you got your weed habit on lock?
Tell yourself you try and stop
Smokin' weed and see you need the tree
It's the number one drug on the

Not coke, 'cause that's a of dope
But the leaf, that I smoke with wreath
Now herb brings and real bad breath
Smoke all your shit and you got left?

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

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

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

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