Luyện nghe bài hát Fo Yo Sorrows

This is dope-on-dope
but don't choke on
It's the shit, blunt junkies
Have known to croak
Unless them toke of the bomb

For those who think is unfair
I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin'
Then I'll one tonight, fo yo sorrows

In my as I sit back
Smiling ear to ear
With a of your girlfriend's hair
Yes, blow one tonight fo yo sorrows

Daddy Fat back on the scene
shot to a Three movies
But everything's straight 9:15
It's back to the time machine, I

Back to the rhymin', to the stick
Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk
Slap, nigga better think that was it
We everywhere,

Like the air you
Got 'em stuck like into what we weave
Like a lace front wig stuck to the
Best believe I'll change the

Take the lead, change the
Slow it down just for the
Nigga, one of my favorite
to be Too Short

Now everybody wanna sell dope, dope
Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes,
Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the
On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo', fo'

For those who think is unfair
'Cause I my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin'
Then I'll one tonight, fo yo sorrows

to let you know that everything is straight
I say stank you very much 'cause we the hate
Now go get a handgun, you fuckin' with a great
Put it your and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste

Kill yourself Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title
My are vital and maybe needed for survival
Like the or any other good book that you read
Why are 75% of our youth readin'

'Cause they used to fantasy and that's they do to dream
Call it addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing
'Member when the levee scream, made the evacua-ezz
Yeah, I'm still speakin' about it New Orleans ain't clean

When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we
I mean, it the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we reign supreme
Can slaughter entire teams the ink that my pen bleeds
B-I-G-B-O-I, nigga,

For those who life is unfair
'Cause I blow my in the air
As if no one is there
Then roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows

In my chair as I sit
from ear to ear
With a fistful of girlfriend's hair
Yes, she'll blow one tonight fo yo

Don't no girlfriends
need my dope
I just need my
One foot on the when
I'm behind in my
I'm in my smoke

On the back
You can just around
But on the front
You burn, a fat one
it up, fire that shit up
A fat one, it up
A fat, fat, fat one

This is that dope-on-dope, but don't choke on
It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies have known to croak-oak-oak
Unless toke of it's, the bomb
Bombardin' the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to

Came and went, hind bells spent,
Take another and puff and choke and toke
Icky sticky sticky and a bowl and
Pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, a joint
'Cause this is the dope-on-dope, good shit
Yeah, lean back and puff