Luyện nghe bài hát Wiid

Weed is by my side, always been there.
Always been there, always there.
Weed is by my side, always been there.
been there, always been there.
Weed is by my side, it's been there.
Always there, always been there.
Weed is by my side, always been there.
been there, always been there.

We're that Danger Girl.
We're that Gen 13.
called Yoda, man,
and Yoda can't STAND a bag filled with and seeds.
Yo, I stand no ecstacy.
Cocaine a mess of me.
Beer and booze are now that I use to do.
Don't misconstrue, I'm still weed.
Some like to get fucked up,
black by rollin' them blunts.
I got a one hitter Margot Kidder
and I only need to hit that shit
I ain't made of nickels and dimes.
Fat make me tickled inside.
Say no to up lines,
one-point-twenty-one jiggawatt jive.
And I no Nancy Reagan,
just sayin' take it slow.
Say to the jazz cigarette,
say nil to the of pills and blow.
Teen about gettin' beat down,
and your twenties 'bout smokin' pounds.
Stick around for the amounts,
flick a Bic 'til your to the couch.
I'm the cyborg,
I smell that shit a wine cork.
I hope never legalize,
then High won't have anything to fight for.
I used to with kids at shows,
but I stopped they all had colds,
but I got Emergen-C and a bag of
and mad so let's all get stoned!

Weed is by my side, it's been there.
Always been there, been there.
Weed is by my side, it's been there.
been there, always been there.
Weed is by my side, always been there.
Always been there, always there.
Weed is by my side, always been there.
been there, always been there.

After a show, a friend of mind,
with a prize inside.
These are Batman hallucinagens.
whammies are weaponized.
LSD and shrooms, I them,
was a when I wouldn't deny them.
All you need is one trip where you lose shit,
kiss to the sky with diamonds;
but I keep back like it's Atkins fat
the weed's like crack cocaine,
but the risk you is just getting baked,
you're surely gonna see the day.
They say we Al Qaeda.
Sounds like the jealous.
get the enemy stoned,
bring our ninjas - to hell with Christian zealots,
'cause all we need is some weed and a back beat,
lights if you stereotype,
couple bean bag chairs and a of airs,
a of price is right.
the 4-1-1 for realzies?
I my Reese's Pieces.
It's like I pack a pipe,
my suddenly increases.
You know a cracka mean,
leaves my cractorbeam,
addicted like gasoline, just pass the trees
while I live that dream,
but I have to cease my deeds.
I might to take control
I ain't down with little mc
growin' up in a cloud of my smoke.

is by my side, it's always been there.
Always been there, always there.
Weed is by my side, it's always there.
Always been there, always there.
Weed is by my side, it's always there.
Always been there, always there.
Weed is by my side, it's been there.
Always there, always been there.