Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke Out

High
I thought you knew
So roll up the bud and dont about the brew
We havin a smoke out in the of the MC
But do this kinda fast
Hit that bout two times and pass it
To the left hand
On top of the clouds over the mad ass Eastside
is home, to this Dove Shack
And buddha pack, and doja sack, and the cat, I'm mackin
And we rollin the hood with the humps and the rumps
Japanese eyes, describes the effects of the
They rollin sack after sack its ridiculous
I'm twisted so much, my name should be
Ticklish describes the
Mind's on blank, so fuck the about the past
Ship shit to the front
Paraphenilia, stand here from zig zags to pipes to blunts
Chumps, ain't allowed in the
Sometimes proper bitches gotta outside
A white tint, and imprinted the indo
AC, is on my way to the studio
You gotta be no thug, to love
That feelin connected to the bud
That you can in these wild city streets
But if you got somethin on it, join the smoke out in my

They a smoke out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud we used to do
They a smoke out in my backseat
I dont mind if I a toke or two
havin a smoke out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud like we to do
havin a smoke out in my backseat
Pass it on, it on

Yeah, it to me C
Suck one, suck two, now I'm feelin as you
So roll up the windows
Because I might roll up a whole
I want the from the dove shack
Oh I haven't told ya, no for the zig zags
Pass me the and split it
Hit it now it
You as high as
eyes are closin up
Now tell me whats up, is it the
As the atmosphere swells up with
And remember, two hits and
And I'm yo ass
So you wont more than you supposed to
Headin to
To get the blunt crunchy like Doritos
of Doritos
I to stop at 19 store in and out
And here we go, down Atlantic panic
I know the got you tweakin in the back seat
So meet me half way across the
And pass it to me
And light up another one fool

They havin a smoke out in my
Yo nigga the bud like we used to do
They havin a out in my backseat
I dont if I take a toke or two
They a smoke out in my backseat
Yo nigga the bud like we used to do
They havin a out in my backseat
it on, pass it on

Okay, who got the Zig Zags aka rollin
on these, twisted enough gain on enough caper
For some ends and some skills whichever comes
Or better yet get smoked out until my lungs
With the flowed up AC low flowin
Summertime in the LBC the 12th a blowin
I got that bud,
I them love, what?
The fat ass dove,
You thought that cool,
The fattest doja dimes one has eva
And nigga for all you broke ass indo fiends
In them 50-packs for them ass blunts
I do grass but I dont smoke no ones tree stump
So pass me the white pack, the or even blue
a fact them newspapers over there will do
And as we slide, four to the Eastside
A clouds of smoke fill the of my ride why

havin a smoke out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud we used to do
havin a smoke out in my backseat
I mind if I take a toke or two
havin a smoke out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud we used to do
They havin a smoke out in my
it on, pass it on

Yo pass the bud like we used to do
I dont mind if I take a or two
Yo nigga pass the bud we used to do
Yo pass it on, it on
Got brought it out
Got just it out
With lighter
in the old days
We gotta the bud like we used to do