Luyện nghe bài hát Weed

Weed, weed, a relief
Where will my eighth a day habit
an agricultural service announcement
You can it and you can douse it

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

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

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

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

The weed and administration'll
Have you thinkin' lye is the combination
See be livin' under fear 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 smoke for kid

Roll it up, and begin
Then you sit down, and begin shit
In your body, Blackwoods, a Phillie, a
All the need and fiend for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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