Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Day

(lighter in the background)
now this is im talking about baby(inhaling)

and this is for the weed heads and this is for the
get a bag of in a quarter o
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(second and fourth time at end in background "wanna get get high")
so who a bag who want a bag
you want a bag you a bag
you got a bag so send em out the to the liquor store
get a bag a in a quarter o

(first verse)
alright homies legalize reefer and nines
some of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for my
and though I know that weed will even out debt
love everything green thats what ma sister said God said
get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked up
when you take one hit then I make you up nigga shut the fuck up
No stems no, indo and chronic hydro and skunk and I can think of some
ohh time to smoke said so I know high day come around on Friday
toke the breath deep boy yes then we pray
as the reefer help me see more
it couldn't it be heaven sent
we one hell of a superstar bowl every first Friday of the month
and your humbily invited truly humbly united
enemies and all of y'all hate on i get my fade on
I'm so

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(second verse)
on new smokin the potent buddha (buddha)
aint nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb shit
fat enough that it will me move ya sooth ya
reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva her (nigga)
you better us even when we lonely weed wont leave us
not like these fake niggas that us
all day the weed man dizzy we be make it seedless
life aint easy put it on eazy but we still
takin a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to
chokin with my
herbal healin
and dont ya feel that feelin and dont you wanna spend your scrilla
and givin the weed to the niggas forget why they killin (hell ya)
I heard they heard they they out here fuckin wit pills
those chemicals will make you ill so get off the ecstasy
so to the mysterious and (???)

(chorus)(same as first)

(verse three)
thug that talkin we love that love that that
dont legalize 'cause know we can
high just to get by
through all the suicides and
and drivebys walkbys gonna multiply
and chalk in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood and it would rain
and it aint all were it aint all and it aint all and it all good
I started at eleven stealin weed coppers
and even though you us I gotta thank you for the reefer
neva with white girls but I roll those white boys
niggas out the pen and they roll some tight joints tight joints
my shit is you shouldnt be rollin
livin on green leaves that make your heart bleed
go and let me split up the weed and be silent and sober
no when the neighbors door is open you want to come over
we smokin tokin and now we chokin and then we chokin chokin chokin
chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so

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