Luyện nghe bài hát Screwed Up

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

I feel better than I've ever before, ah!
but maintaining self-control, ah!
I took a swig, I had a jug, chug-a-log, I'm loud and
I had some bud, I lit it up, and then I it disappear
'Cause my magic tricks, are so
shit's hazardous, got amateurs smoking cannibus
If you mad at this, it then

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

I a, call to my dog, time to split the blunt and break it up
Three-wheel motion, potion, I gotta shake it up
I tried to kick the habit, but it calling me
Abracadabra, here's a magic trick, I up all the weed
Zig-Zag's and golden wraps got my mind
Drugs don't my work, I still get my grind on

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

I'm leaning like the of Pisa, the syrup squeezer
Come close to my stash, and get as if I'm Ebeneezer
I'm throwed, blowed, matter-of-fact let's this the thrower potion
I'm screwed up, so no things are in slower motion
I gots to have it, can't kick the habit, tried to shake it
The drug experiment if you mistake then

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

I'm from Screwed Up Texas, we drive reckless, and then we off
You ain't had shit until you smoke Tooth and Jack Frost
Hit it twice but don't cough, you gotta it man
If a record for smoking I'm 'bout to break it man
Me and Luda puffing budda, we in a black
On Zab Judah, you try to jack us we Rugers

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

How can I say it
That I'm off Mary Jane
And if it's true they say
Then I don't know how many is left in my fucking brain
But I'ma on writing and lighting
Minds of these rappers
And tell the hood that I've hired niggas and crackers
On the Fourth of July, your eyes I'm joking stupid
I all races but if you hating my music then

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

I my
I get patient we never have to a piss test
Fuck a 9 to 5 'cause I'm getting rest
I wake to and head
You wake up to in bed
Should I drive my H2?
I'ma the Lexus instead
Pimping ain't but I'll leave you niggas
Dead from all this
I'm riding like a pimp
why I'm limping

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

Off substances that's
That's how this goes
I the cap, broke the ice
And Lil' Flip done the mold
I'm so I think I, see dead people
Nah, that's just my homies passed out in the
Believe it, the potency is so strong, if you me
I'm calm, cool, and collected and if you, it, then

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

We doing for them players that bang screw music
We don't out after 8 blunts, because we used to it
Me and like Cheech & Chong
So hurry, break out the and the bong
'Cause if it Grade A trees, we gotta leave it alone
And to my homie Screw, you I gotta hold it down
And if they want it then gotta come and take the crown

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)

(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(Fuck you!) you!
(I'm up)