Luyện nghe bài hát Weed #3 - Black Thought

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

Yo yo, whatever to
I got this thought shit here yo, black thought
I got that shit pat
Check hold on hold on let me hit that
(ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!)
Got that thought yo, yo bust it bust it
to freak that shit

[black
Check me out yo, yo, it out
Uhh, as we descend upon the city of
See the image fadin view from a black screen
A frail grandmother pack a mac-teen
We fiend slash machines in the struggle and ..
.. bloody scuff knuckle and things
Sucker-punchin fake rappers me to take it to the extreme
Oh you real son whattayou mean?
How you real you hustlin dreams?
How you feel like you fuckin me?
Now burn the 5th flame-thrower
The mic soldier, things over
not sober, consider thinking things over, relax
We bout to spit it all the track, yo

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

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

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