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 choke on my breakfast, the end of my
Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston,
The in my emblem is cut like a princess
You can the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes
I'm in your girlfriends' hot
Cause I bought her two and some contact lenses
Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my
Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see
Bought a condo for my top ho she working that taco
It's the top vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe
TV screens, margarita with street marines
Got for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings
If it means anything for all my G's
I'm in jail I forgot my f**king ABC's
DWI, drunk and f**king high
I'll be out the motherf**king 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 park and the curve

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Why when I'm not does my life
like it's missing something
I that I must be high
So that I can

I'm a use my three wishes, I'm superstitious
No where I go I meet a bunch of horny bitches
Burn a few bridges, a few pigeons
F**k em so they wake up and wash dishes
The was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
No kisses and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you get with me
As I represent like the damn Whitney
I'm a get em I get em I loved em and I fed em
Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let em when I see em I'm wet
em
em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie
Peace to Happareli and my nigga John
My drink is thick as jelly, I love my muddy
Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do them boys
Ready for the rumble, leave em in a puddle
Y'all don't really want no trouble the lord of the jungle

I walks in the club, a grabbing on my
As the police officers down my click
They say my bandana breaks the dress
Every fine f**king I see is my ex ho
I'm hogging and I'm creeping and I'm crawling
Believe me my calling it's time to do you all in
Everybody jump jump, boys what what
Let my barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slangin slab motor up in no man's land
off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans Am
The rope my neck is just dangling and jangling
Sometime I smoke the rain, it get wetter a penguin
Aunt sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, the deal my nigga
like Johnny Topy, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my waitress and she can't stop 'Gracias'