Luyện nghe bài hát Weed Hand

Sometimes da game got me stressin partner i lie
I roll me a sweet smash off n da ride a whole piece i never lied
I put my hand n da sky
I put my hand n da sky
I respect it for da luv of
A whole i ain't never lied
I put my weed in da sky
I put my weed in da sky

The smokes killing off my lungs and appendix.It's baby the modern day jimmy hendrix.deep
in texas,dope house is so relentless.the fluff is endless.smokin wit my lawer and my
dentist.Feelin stupendiss want to come to my quarter stacks.Smokin on greener reef.singing
to dem older cats.(bobby brown)Dem dolger sax,wit a grinder at my mercy.Dun rolled a
lax wit a highspeed chasers ones dat coudn't church me.Cocked and thirsty gotta keep my
spirit lifted though.My spiritual,lyrical,it's hydromyrical.I'm comin though,wit a
fully loaded off dat durby. feelin so 'cause my vacume lungs are like dat curby.and don't
desturb me i'm floatin to my foreign land.You no fo' sho' i keep my pipe in my weed
hand.My weed hand is something i don't disrestpect.Your weed hand it up and represent
weed.

I'ma gonna admit it and you i'm wid it.begin his life,got his only one and split it.Lit
it up wit my nephew.and now i'm floatin.My is broaken.soakin up my soal.sippen
styraphone cups.choken now i'm low.If you ridden on us dats cool but da joint.diamonds
flyin and you just had to go.cuz you dun cast da vote.and i even get a hit.no not even a
little bit.so now help me get rid of dis.baby girl don't the luv.and i can't see
dat.ask we get the best of bud.put up you're weed hand.

Man i been down dis way before.i hit da bong back up and blow.I'm too damn don't pass me
no mo'.I blaze drown,sip on a four.stayin high i'm on a note.u can da bong all on my
clothes.man look at my eyes bout to be closed.I'm choken dudes up out hte room wit my weed
hand in the sky.I'm stayin on octamodes and i'm leanin half da time.I'm stayin high and
i hustle fool.don't be at home up on my ass gotta get up and sum cash.
hoes thinkin they gonna smoke for free.but not wit a young P.I.M.P.Just i'm young don't
mean i'm dumb.Red microphones now sum of dat greener reef.and pour sum of dat purple
stuff.down we smokin bud.ya i no you herd of us.

ending outro:My hand,put you're weed hand in da sku,my weed hand,east west,my weed
hand,north south,something we can all relate to,my hand.