Luyện nghe bài hát Smoker Face

I it by the O. Yea bitch.
Cudi wassup nigga? We should after this. Real shit

Uh, quality in it,
They me you don't get to die twice, so the high life, we livin',
Throw parties wit bad bitches, the cribs so its hard to see in it,
Got girls wanna go places, scared to show up wit me,
They say I'm bad for image,
Oh well, I up another L,
You thinkin' you got the bomb, a smoker can tell,
drink Gin when I fucks wit the liquor,
And only smoke joints, I fuck wit the swisher,
Stayed the once, now she done smokin' swishers,
And I ain't shit, I don't fuck wit you niggas Cuz,
I'm by my lonely,
else tired, high,
I'm rollin' up Family Guy,
Finna call Spitta, He the only nigga can smoke how I smoke,
Known as Mister it by the O...

[Lady sings]

I hold it
Puff, puff,
And keep the if you smoke it last
A nigga loaded, lookin for (drink?) but I already rolled it
Chop me that
And my credit good in every neighborhood
me dat
You be where the lames and them phonies at
Poor thing, I'm used to rollin up and the whole thing
Them otha niggas claim and sayin that they get high and leave it wit all kinds of
Probably why you hit it and get the face
This loud, this a noise complaint
like I got a point to make
That's why you see me got a joint to bake
Tell me dog his own in case you need a reminder, mister blow it by the
O-O-O-O-o, o, o,
bitch