Luyện nghe bài hát Weed

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

Let us begin now the plant
The way that it to your blunt in hand
See the herb doesn't 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
the pot in one big lump

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

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

The and blunt administration'll
Have you thinkin' lye is the perfect
See heads be livin' under fear and
Wonderin' where get the best

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now they'll consume, the local could 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 own shit man
This my shit, I smoke my
You your shit
we'll be fine