Luyện nghe bài hát Weed

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

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

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

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

Green and buddy, an ounce packed
Smoke it up and catch a 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
you thinkin' lye is the perfect combination
See heads be livin' under fear and
where they get the best

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

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

See any smoke's by any man
Even the brownish rag it's all the
The have my ass, strung out
On the and Northern Lights no doubt

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

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

Absolutely high, the
the movie Friday, with a spliff
By Chris Tucker, high motherfucker
For anybody, or Southerner

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

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

Get your own shit, get your own man
my shit, I smoke my shit
You smoke shit
we'll be fine