Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

Yeah, Young, ya know?
that shit down, roll that shit up, light that shit, pass it
Nah, fuck that, this one, yeah, this for all my true weed smokers
Yeah, nigga ask me wrong with me

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm gone off pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

I I'm gone, off that pound of dank
Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, know how to think
But I'm stayin'

I'ma me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
Oh, I think they me, let me get a light, B (and then I'm gone)
Off Cali bud, what the fuck you chokin' on?

Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like
And we ain't tuckin' nothin' cousin, the hold up?
Keep 'em comin' back to back to back, we roll up ('til all gone)

Get a pound, it down, I ain't stingy, it's enough to go around
And I'm blazin' now, niggas tellin' me to hold on
Crank it, it, light it, take a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone)

I gotta it, gotta have it, that's unheard about
up another blunt, before I put the first one out
My eyes low, have me 'til I choke
Niggas askin' me wrong,
Blew some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm gone off pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

I said I'm gone, off that drank
Niggas how I roll, it look like my eyes closed
and Hydro, rhyme slow

Nigga, I'm on a different type of a
This a different of weed,
And I'm a type a high (my nigga, I'm gone)
To a place that you never been in life

Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, make sure you that Swisher right
'Cause I ain't tryna have home-grown runnin',
Homie thinkin' he gon' for free,
I duck 'em, roll (then, I'm gone)

In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a
Got me blown, I get than high

off of the plane
Head straight into my
Weed man in every city, yeah I smoke (even when I'm gone)

I the only one, all my niggas puff pounds
blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun down
My eyes low, and my words are slow
askin' me whats wrong,
I some smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my sag low