Luyện nghe bài hát Trippy

Uh, blue skies, blue skies, I see you my red eyes
Bust your fucking nigga, turn your shit to red wine
fuck up my high nigga, I'm too gone, bye nigga
She get dick, and ignored, thats a D.W.I nigga
My crawlin', my walls talkin', the pictures in here lookin' at me
The ground movin', I'm seeing shit, I'm blowing like I'm stuck in
I'm smoking on that strong, got me coughing like I'm getting
I've fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary
I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around
rolling back and keep blinking like hazards
I king me, king me with my mushroom crown on
I to better drugs, my cap and gown on
knock me off my high horse, what I do is my choice
I'm high as the scoreboard, look up at my points
I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth, I got high and asleep loaded
I up and got high again, O.K, I'm reloaded

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

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

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

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

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