Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

Yeah, Young, ya know?
Crack that shit down, roll shit up, light that shit, pass it
Nah, that, face this one, yeah, this for all my true weed smokers
Yeah, nigga ask me what's 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 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 (that sticky, that icky)
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)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

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

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

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

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

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

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

I I'm gone, off that brownish drank
know how I roll, it look like my eyes closed
Hennesey and Hydro, rhyme

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

Smokin' Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right
'Cause I ain't have this home-grown runnin',
thinkin' he gon' smoke for free,
I duck 'em, somethin' (then, I'm gone)

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

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

I ain't the one, all my niggas puff pounds
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up sun down
My eyes low, and my words are getting
askin' me whats wrong,
I blew some 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 (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my sag low
I said, I'm gone off that pound of (that sticky, that icky)
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)
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my sag low