Luyện nghe bài hát Trippy

Uh, skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyes
Bust your fucking grape nigga, your shit to red wine
Don't fuck up my high nigga, I'm too gone, bye
She get dick, and ignored, thats a D.W.I nigga
My skin crawlin', my walls talkin', the pictures in here at me
The ground movin', I'm seeing shit, I'm blowing I'm stuck in traffic
I'm smoking on that strong, got me coughing like I'm buried
I've been fucking Mary-Jane, I her when she was just Virgin Mary
I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around
Eyes rolling back and keep blinking hazards
I said king me, king me with my mushroom on
I graduated to drugs, my cap and gown on
Don't knock me off my high horse, what I do is my
I'm high as the scoreboard, look up at my points
I'm out, cotton mouth, I got high and fell asleep loaded
I up and got high again, O.K, I'm reloaded

Weed, and that drank
That's my kit
my trippy kit
That's my kit
Weed, pills and drank
That's my kit
That's my kit
my trippy kit
Weed, pills and that
That's my kit
That's my kit
That's my kit
Weed, pills and that
That's my kit

Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my man
ass nigga wanna spark something, I'm a gasoline can
I'm high don't blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw it
I don't know if I'm coming or going, T, make my blunt a
And I see flashing, life passing, take a bitch home and fuck like rabbits
Styrofoam cups and glasses, shot glasses, hot flashes
My tongues numb, I can't talk, no balance, my spine
My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try drugs, I'm diverse
Goodbye Earth, farewell, high as heaven, low as hell
Keep scratching, biting my nails Keep lighting an L, I'm a kite in the air
I like weed brownies and cookies, I'm but seeing crooked
I got my trippy kit, I hope I and fall in some pussy

Weed, pills and drank
my trippy kit
That's my kit
my trippy kit
Weed, pills and that
my trippy kit
That's my kit
my trippy kit
Weed, pills and that
That's my kit
my trippy kit
That's my kit
Weed, pills and drank
That's my kit

Musty in a zip lock
up top notch
Weed that I smoke, off a boat
Six bong, tryna see what I toke
This that Cali kush, I motivate not
All I need is Mary, let the models do the
Tryna' get some in the backseat of the ghost
Hit the weed man, tell him I need a bag
Wake up every morning and I a drag
the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laugh
In your baby ear and I'm gonna' smash
They me the trippy king, don't try me nigga
Juicy J with the Taylors, Chinese eyes

Weed, pills and drank
my trippy kit
That's my kit
my trippy kit
Weed, and that drank
my trippy kit
That's my kit
That's my kit
Weed, and that drank
That's my kit
That's my kit
my trippy kit
Weed, pills and drank
my trippy kit