Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Dope And Rap

I smoke chewy like a nut
You got a gram bag hit the and roll her up
'cause a like me can't fake it when I'm high
Get the Visine for the red eyes
Jump in the with the niggas from the set
The went out but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze like a barbeque
It ain't like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
Yeah, I'm a 6'5 motherfucker
If you didn't 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 show you I'm a ya
And if I can't you I get my gun and I'm a buck you
Turn you over like a little bitch out my dick and I'm a fuck ya
And like a fiend for the weed tweak
Four 15's in your trunk beef
Proper ass ??? Alpine
Put the coke on the roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL 1,2,3
Or the funky by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like a jet
Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm a on the set
Slang these and fuck these hoes
One line at a time up a nigga's nose
The shit clears my sinuses just like a
or the tide blend it in with the powder
Now I'm chewy with a hard ass dick
Oh there go my pager it be a trick bitch?
Oh it's Janine, she my dick clean
Come right away and bring a dime bag of
a nigga that's sick caught up in the groove
Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet and move
Out of that house a quickie I she got mad
Because I killed it and I bring the weed
I did bring the weed but I left in the my
Did you really think I would smoke dank with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog die
See my nigga Cougnut nigga let's get
He said I got the and you got the dank
He my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the place
For me to get high and you to get
We smoke dope we rap and hoes we fuck

Ooh I'm as hell from snorting that girl
Rush Mr. Cee so I tie me up a curl
Out shop hoes do jock
See my Cutty in a rag I drop top
See the on the block I think her name was Kim
Just stole her in the Cutty Iceberg Slim
I said how you doin, my is Dre Dog
You give me your I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the
But I can't have her number 'cause I fucked her friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga that don't care
Except for my dope my money and
'cause everywhere I go the same damn song
Nigga smoke more dope Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the truth but I'm a good liar
The Dre Dog smoke more than Richard Pryor
I'm true to the that I smoke no joke
Check me right now there's a gram in my
Cocaine (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 that they should call me Dre Blow
'cause I drink beer I don't drink gin
the freak hit the pussy then I try to fuck her friends
Dre Dog don't ain't a damn thing funny
When niggas talk to freaks who got no money
I done smoke enough blunts fool to my brain
boy do me raw cut cocaine
And niggas get pumped when they smell
When smell dank-a-roma then they know I'm on the corner
They me drank but I don't get drunk
I dope I rap and these hoes I fuck