Luyện nghe bài hát True

Im buzzin, I need some
Not like the shit that you smoke you grew
from Jamaica where the green grass grow
Cop me some and Im ready to go
Roll me a big fat bat of the up
Hide my bag I call the crew up
Blaze my J and take a strong
Then (coughs) choke off the true
But aint no thang, Im game to take another
And as I smoke I say thats some good stuff
I can a J in 3 seconds flat
At a baseball I be blazin a bat
In school, I'm cool, a J in the can
No homegrown please just straight up
Keep a bic in my pocket 'cause im ready to
Keep the true in my drawls by my balls and my
If you try to smoke me you can be up lit
I smoke the type of shit you cant fuck

If you take a strong toke it'll your lungs blue
And that fresh True green grass is on you
No tellin how True I consume
The shit's so potent you'll catch a in the next room
When I it's just like smog
Niggaz wake up in the morning and thinks it's morning fog
I gotta have it, gotta smoke it, gotta it
I can afford to be blowed my lifestyle's lavish
True's in the house when I in the place
up a J and blow smoke in ya face
My wild I can never go wrong
And I more True than Cheech & Chong

I gotta get some more 'cause my bag's gettin low
Jump in the ride for the True store
Give me a pound of best Sensimillia
'cause I come you oughta hook me up a deal
Just then the cops had to the place
So I puffed on my J and blew smoke in they
They put us in cop car, me and my man Jack and
Blazin up in the backseat
The cop jumped in and he jokin
He said go to jail or me that shit you been smokin
I said cool and even think about it
As for the True, never leave without it