Luyện nghe bài hát Fried Day

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

and this is for the weed and this is for the weedheads
get a bag of in a quarter o
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(chorus)(repeat2x)
(second and fourth time at end in "wanna get high 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 say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for my people
and though I know that weed will even out debt
love everything green well thats ma sister said God said
gonna get ya fucked up wanna get ya up
when you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga the fuck up
No stems no, and chronic hydro and skunk and I can think of some more
ohh yeah time to smoke said so I know high day come on Friday
the bowl breath deep boy yes then we pray
as the help me see more everyday
wouldn't it couldn't it be heaven
we have one hell of a superstar bowl every first 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

(chorus)(same as first)

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

(chorus)(same as first)

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

(chorus)(repeat til end)