Luyện nghe bài hát High Grade

[Intro:
Somebody it up
roll it up
Somebody it up
roll it up

[Verse 1: Webby]

Smoking on (yeah man)
So put the coke and the benzo's
No opiate choking mental
Let your go, no dress code
Just breathe it and it
And if you can find it and need some get it
Got who flip it, believe me
They more trees on the street than the week after Christmas, hah
Only need that shit that grow out the ground
Got the plug from Collie Buddz, and we cop it by the pound (yeah)
Dispensaries are popping up all over
No law to stop me now, it's going down
Yeah, no do we gotta hide it
Or smoke up when in private
In this climate
No Five-O be looking through my
Smelling like bud at the
No worries your assumptions
No worries people's judgement
And if they judge then them, we puffing
the ganja party like we Tasha Marley
Rastafari eating calamari, too much pot to
I be on some shit, roll another spliff
off into outer space on the mothership
Fucking it, yeah

[Chorus:
High grade smoking (oh yeah)
High grade smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
High grade smoking (oh yeah)
High marijuana smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge:
on the tip of me tongue
Marijuana fill up my lungs
Water be the chalice I run
Cali farm often a gun
Crossing we often do run
Like Jimmy Cliff, ah [?] come
Lighting a spliff a spark of me gun
of grades out in the sun, yeah

[Verse 2: Wright]
my own strain
I got sativa cause hype
I been my own thing
my business and twisting my fire
And suddenly, I see my rang
I keep it Wright
Me and Webby make you like you in the wrong lane
up, living through the stone age
Take you to a higher bro
This shit's if I can say so
No in my heart, I let hate go
I'm on the legal marijuana
Can't believe this my reality,
I know you be mad at me
But it get when you finding them flavors you like
You know it's fire if them get right
You assuming it
More flavors, I'm great in the
You can tell I'm wavy, like I'm on a
I keep all the players in
Giving them choices and she think it's
I'm keeping it G if I'm saying it
Would you like to smoke, impress me?
dizzy dreaming, urban poison
And I got that strawberry cough Wesley
Rocking my shades Blade
Bitch, I'm still moving you suckers catch me
Handle my
I tell 'em I want them to send me the money
Fuck all them people that tried to convince all my stoners that this was deadly
Dizzy hippie only fucking it if it's heavy 'cause man

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High grade marijuana (oh yeah)
High marijuana smoking (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
High grade marijuana (oh yeah)
High grade marijuana (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus:
Somebody it up
roll it up
Somebody it up
roll it up

[Bridge:
on the tip of me tongue
Marijuana smoke up my lungs
Water be the chalice I run
Cali farm often a gun
Crossing we often do run
Like Jimmy Cliff, ah [?] come
Lighting a with a spark of me gun
of grades out in the sun, yeah

[Outro:
High grade, grade
No bush weed, no weed