Luyện nghe bài hát Weed #3 - Black Thought

And you ghost weed was only for the thugs?
Hey hoe! (what? ) you hoe! (oh yeah me true true)
You can be too!

Yo yo, to that
I got this thought shit here yo, black thought
I got that down pat
Check hold on hold on let me hit {*inhales*}
(ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!)
Got that shit yo, yo bust it bust it
Bout to that shit

[black
me out yo, yo, check it out
Uhh, as we descend the city of schemes
See the image fadin into view from a screen
A frail grandmother a heavy mac-teen
We fiend slash machines in the struggle and ..
.. bloody denim scuff and things
Sucker-punchin rappers forcin me to take it to the extreme
Oh you son well whattayou mean?
How you real you hustlin dreams?
How you feel you fuckin with me?
Now the 5th militia flame-thrower
The mic soldier, takin things
You're not sober, consider things over, relax
We to spit it all over the track, yo

What can't have any girl doin black
(ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!)
Don't even listen to him, don't it
yo!

Ghost weed, it's not like wow, like whoa!

Ghost weed has been to you by whack tobacc' incorporated
A of move your ass products
Remember using ghost weed
Be to apply the puff-puff-pass or brain damage may occur
Results of our product do not platinum plaques
Void prohibited