Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Be High

I'm damned if I do and if I don't
Holla f**k the world with my full of smoke
I choke on my breakfast, the end of my
Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston,
The in my emblem is cut like a princess
You can keep the Lexus, I got two Benzes
I'm in girlfriends' hot intestines
I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses
Got a in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro
Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm to see tomorrow
Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working taco
the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe
TV screens, margarita machines with marines
Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Kings
If it means this for all my G's
I'm in jail cause I forgot my f**king
DWI, drunk and f**king high
I'll be out before the sun can touch the sky
They call me Thurston Howell the Third
And my word
I'm a swang, I'm a
I'm a and scrape the curve

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Why when I'm not high does my
Feel like missing something
I know that I be high
So I can function

I'm a use my three wishes, I'm superstitious
No matter where I go I meet a bunch of bitches
Burn a few bridges, feed a few
F**k em so good wake up and wash dishes
The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and
No kisses and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you dickly, you can't get with me
As I represent like the damn Whitney
I'm a get em when I get em I em and I fed em
Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm wet
em
Shut em down like and the homie Ackavelie
Peace to Happareli and my nigga Freddy
My is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy
Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them ugly
for the rumble, leave em lying in a puddle
Y'all don't really want no with the lord of the jungle

I walks in the club, a grabbing on my
As the police officers patting my click
say my bandana breaks the dress code
Every fine f**king I see is my ex ho
I'm hogging and I'm dogging creeping and I'm
Believe me my calling it's time to do you all in
jump jump, boys trip what what
Let my double barrel go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slangin slab motor rocks up in no land
Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Am
The rope around my is just dangling and jangling
Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter than a
Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my
Hook Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'