Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

Yeah, Young, ya know?
Crack that shit down, roll shit up, light that shit, pass it
Nah, fuck that, this one, yeah, this for all my true weed smokers
Yeah, nigga ask me wrong with me

I said, I'm gone off pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my sag low
I said, I'm gone off that of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

I said I'm gone, off pound of dank
Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't know how to
But I'm stayin'

I'ma me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
Oh, I think like me, let me get a light, B (and then I'm gone)
Off Cali bud, what the fuck you chokin' on?

Mr. Bud by the Zone, O's like
And we ain't tuckin' cousin, what's the hold up?
Keep 'em comin' back to to back, we roll up ('til it's all gone)

Get a pound, break it down, I stingy, it's enough to go around
And I'm blazin' now, niggas tellin' me to hold on
Crank it, twist it, it, take a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone)

I gotta have it, have it, that's unheard about
Rollin' up another blunt, I put the first one out
My low, have me chiefin' 'til I choke
Niggas me what's wrong,
Blew some up out my nose, and said I'm gone

I said, I'm gone off that of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my sag low
I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low

I said I'm gone, off that drank
Niggas know how I roll, it look like my closed
Hennesey and Hydro, rhyme

Nigga, I'm on a different type of a
This a different of weed,
And I'm a different a high (my nigga, I'm gone)
To a place you probably never been in life

Purple Kryptonite, make sure you curl that Swisher right
'Cause I ain't have this home-grown runnin',
Homie thinkin' he gon' for free,
I duck 'em, roll (then, I'm gone)

In my ride, doin' 80 in a 45 Zone, half a
Got me blown, I get more than

off of the plane
Head straight my hotel
Weed man in every city, yeah I smoke (even when I'm gone)

I ain't the only one, all my niggas pounds
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up sun down
My eyes low, and my words are getting
Niggas askin' me wrong,
I blew smoke up out my nose, and said I'm gone

I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of dank (that sticky, icky)
I said, I'm gone off that of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, in my pocket, and my jeans sag low
I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that of dank (that sticky, that icky)
Purple, purple in my pocket, and my sag low