Luyện nghe bài hát Mrsesame Seed - Violent J And Abk

(intro)
"naw man not mother fuk ass."
"dont let him it up."
"no man we you go ahead and smoke that all to yourself dawg"
(verse)
Here he comes in his ice cream once again,
sellin bags of bullshit when its end?
haven little ass kids that dont any better,
bags of mud dust and calling it shredder.
you could eat ur just pop it in like popcorn,
because its seeds and its god damn wrong.
i chace fags like u when u me the bag,
for tryin to insult me smarts this fucking shwag.
i smoke and get so high i cant see,
come down and i got your ass standing before me,
a bag of barn floor like "tryin to smoke one up".
mr. sesame seed ass shut up u need punch,
for every headache hit that i took fuck off my jock i rock ur block.
and send u back to ur with ur eyes swollen money gone but ur weed aint stolin.
"keep shit"
(chorus)
mr. sesame seed somthing wrong wich yo bag,
its seed than its weed,
more and sticks out to had.
a man tell me somthing what the fuck is wrong u?
"fuck is wrong you?"
bitch ass motherfucker the fuck is wronge wich you?
"fuck is wich you?"
(verse)
seed no bun for a bag,
instead of you should call it little pebbles and crack.
what? you got a bag of jawbreakers with dirt.
why is it that every i smoke my nose bleed and head hurt?
i aint buying ur no more i swear,
need the icky green with the bright white glare.
"keep steppen".
cant here.
dont need your blunts burning facial hair,
i would rather quit smoking then buy ur drama in my sleep about the seed man monster.
chaceing me serving me up.
weasle goes pop when the pipes lit up.
when now ur ache old thing,
case all bloody with my head on sting.
im aggravated but can i do?
weed man be whats wrong wich you?
(chours)

(verse)
i seen the artificial dope man selling of trick,
it was just crumb without the straight up bullshit.
i pulled the car and i beat his ass down,
for even to sell it even at a hundred a pound.
we must rid the its wrong it exests.
eather way we always end up his shit.
all u over fockers all u gots is seeds.
and ur shit look like a fucking bag of crispies.
my man gets the shit and poured it from his suit.
and these rainforest ridin on 24's,
and u ride the neighborhood on a unicycle,
sellin that rong to people who dont right, though.
so get bitched slaped off it and cough up green bags,
im eatin at ur weed sack u eatin that,
im beating ass for them headache bags,
its cause cause u people dont even like shagg.
"thats the fuck im sayin man. yall motherfuckers sell some drankey ass shit man. yall stems and steeds and shit. if im gunna smoke im gunna smoke some premium"
(chours)
(verse)
i dont need no seed.
i dont need no and hay.
u aint gunna sell that shit that weeds more a give away.
raffel it off to little kids for there school change.
walking through the neighbor hood selling joints of seed grain.
voice all cloths really stink.
like a bond fire what u think.
and got the to ask where ive been.
far the fuck away from u and ur bag of friends.
no hard but your shit sucks.
after down an ounce i only got 3 blunts.
so fuck u man stop sellin.
im not a fucking snitch but im in the for tellin.
(chours)