Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Dope And Rap

I smoke chewy like a nut
You got a gram bag hit the zags and her up
'cause a nigga me can't fake it when I'm high
Get the Visine for the tight red
in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The went out but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze like a beef
It ain't nothin like a blunt for the in ya teeth
Yeah, I'm a 6'5 motherfucker
If you know me you would think I was a clucker
But I'm not a clucker I'm a and a ducker
Come a little closer I'm a you I'm a punch ya
And if I can't you I get my gun and I'm a buck you
Turn you over a little bitch pull out my dick and I'm a fuck ya
And like a fiend for the weed I'll
Four 15's in your trunk that's
ass amps ??? Alpine
Put the on the dash roll a dollar do a line
RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high a motherfuckin jet
a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the set
Slang these thangs and fuck these
One line at a time goes up a nose
The shit clears my just like a shower
Indo or the tide it in with the powder
Now I'm chewy high with a hard ass
Oh there go my pager could it be a trick
Oh it's Janine, she my dick clean
Come away and bring a dime bag of weed
Like a nigga that's sick caught up in the
Kill the pussy a nut and like a vet stick and move
Out of that house a quickie I she got mad
Because I killed it and I didn't bring the
I did the weed but I left in the my Cutty
Did you really I would smoke some dank with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog die
See my nigga Cougnut nigga let's get
He said I got the drank and you got the
He said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the
For me to get high and you to get
We dope we rap and these hoes we fuck

Ooh I'm high as hell snorting that girl
Rush Mr. Cee so I tie me up a curl
Out that hoes do jock
See my Cutty in a rag I will top
See the freak on the block I her name was Kim
stole her in the Cutty like Iceberg Slim
I said how you doin, my is Dre Dog
You give me your number I'll give you a
She said my looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I have her number 'cause I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a that just don't care
Except for my dope my money and
'cause everywhere I go it's the damn song
smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the truth but I'm such a liar
The Dre Dog nigga smoke more than Pryor
I'm to the dope that I smoke no joke
Check me right now there's a in my coat
blunts (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)
Rubber car and ID that's fake
And rhymes do pay so my pockets do
I snort so much snow they should call me Dre Blow
I don't drink beer I don't drink gin
Bust the freak hit the pussy then I try to fuck her
Dre Dog don't ain't a damn thing funny
When niggas talk to who ain't got no money
I done smoke blunts fool to fill my brain
boy do me raw cut cocaine
And niggas get when they smell dank-a-roma
When they smell dank-a-roma then they know I'm on the
They offer me but I don't get drunk
I smoke I rap and these hoes I fuck