Luyện nghe bài hát Trippy

Uh, skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyes
Bust your fucking grape nigga, turn your shit to red
Don't fuck up my nigga, I'm too gone, bye nigga
She get dick, weed and ignored, 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 like I'm in traffic
I'm smoking on that strong, got me coughing like I'm buried
I've been Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary
I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run Saturn
Eyes rolling and keep blinking like hazards
I said king me, king me my mushroom crown on
I graduated to drugs, my cap and gown on
Don't knock me off my high horse, 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 fell asleep
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 that
my trippy kit
That's my kit
my trippy kit
Weed, and that drank
That's my kit
That's my kit
That's my kit
Weed, pills and that
my trippy kit

Shout out to my weed man, out to my lean man
Pussy ass nigga wanna something, I'm a gasoline can
I'm high nigga 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 lights flashing, passing, take a bitch home and fuck like rabbits
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 drugs, I'm diverse
Goodbye Earth, farewell, high as heaven, low as hell
Keep scratching, keep biting my nails Keep an L, I'm a kite in the air
I weed brownies and cookies, I'm straight but seeing crooked
I got my trippy kit, I hope I trip and fall in pussy

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

Musty in a zip lock
Twisted up top
Weed that I smoke, off a boat
Six bong, tryna see what I toke
This that Cali kush, I not gloat
All I is Mary, let the models do the coke
Tryna' get some Becky in the of the ghost
Hit the weed man, tell him I need a bag
Wake up every morning and I a drag
Take the blunt, dip it in the lean I laugh
In your baby mama ear and I'm gonna'
They call me the trippy king, don't try me
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
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, pills and drank
my trippy kit