Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

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

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

I said I'm gone, off that pound of
Ridin' in my ride, so blowed, don't how to think
But I'm high

roll me a nice, long Swisher, filled with light green
Oh, I think they like me, let me get a light, B (and 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' nothin' cousin, what's the up?
Keep 'em comin' to back to back, we roll up ('til it's all gone)

Get a pound, break it down, I ain't stingy, it's to go around
And I'm blazin' right now, niggas me to hold on
it, twist it, light it, take a pull, and hold on (and then, I'm gone)

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

I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm gone off that pound of (that sticky, that 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 off that pound of dank (that sticky, that icky)
I said, I'm off that pound of dank (that sticky, that 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, slow

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

Smokin' Purple Kryptonite, make you curl that Swisher right
'Cause I ain't tryna have this runnin',
thinkin' he gon' smoke for free,
I duck 'em, roll (then, I'm gone)

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

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

I the only one, all my niggas puff pounds
Swingin' blunts 'round, sun up 'till sun
My eyes low, and my are getting slow
Niggas me whats wrong,
I blew some smoke up out my nose, and I'm gone

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