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 lets do kinda fast
Hit muthafucka 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 through the with the humps and the rumps
Japanese eyes, describes the of the blunt
They rollin sack sack its gettin ridiculous
I'm twisted so much, my name should be
Ticklish the senses
Mind's on blank, so the reminiscese about the past
that shit to the front
Paraphenilia, stand here from zig zags to buddha pipes to
Chumps, ain't allowed in the
Sometimes bitches gotta wait outside
A white tint, and imprinted from the
AC, is on my way to the studio
You ain't be no thug, to love
That feelin connected to the bud
That you can purchase in these wild streets
But if you got on it, join the smoke out in my backseat

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

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

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

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

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

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