Luyện nghe bài hát I Must Be High

I'm damned if I do and damned if I
Holla f**k the world with my chest of smoke
I on my breakfast, the end of my necklace
Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston,
The diamonds in my is cut like a princess
You can the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes
I'm in your hot intestines
Cause I her two dresses and some contact lenses
Got a message in a bottle, hit the in my carro
Click and my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow
a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco
It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the
TV screens, margarita machines street marines
Got for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings
If it anything this for all my G's
I'm in jail I forgot my f**king ABC's
Another DWI, drunk and f**king
I'll be out before the motherf**king sun can the sky
They call me young Thurston Howell the
And that's my
I'm a swang, I'm a
I'm a park and the curve

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Why I'm not high does my life
Feel like it's something
I know that I must be
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 they up and wash dishes
The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and
No French and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get me
As I represent Houston 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 D-Town and the homie Ackavelie
to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy
My is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy
Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do boys ugly
Ready for the rumble, em lying in a puddle
Y'all don't really no trouble with the lord of the jungle

I in the club, a grabbing on my dick
As the police officers patting my click
They say my breaks the dress code
Every fine f**king I see is my ex ho
I'm hogging and I'm creeping and I'm crawling
Believe me this my it's time to do you all in
Everybody jump jump, boys what what
Let my double shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slangin slab motor up in no man's 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 than a penguin
Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack
to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga
Hook like Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my waitress and she can't saying 'Gracias'