Luyện nghe bài hát Screwed Up

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

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

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

I made a, call to my dog, 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 keep me
Abracadabra, here's a trick, I smoked up all the weed
Zig-Zag's and golden got my mind gone
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 Tower of Pisa, the syrup
Come to my stash, and get treated as if I'm Ebeneezer
I'm throwed, blowed, matter-of-fact let's call the thrower potion
I'm screwed up, so no wonder 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 Sweet Tooth and Frost
Hit it twice but cough, you gotta take it man
If it's a record for smoking I'm 'bout to it man
Me and puffing budda, we in a black Cougar
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 what say
Then I know how many cells is left in my fucking brain
But I'ma keep on and lighting
Minds of these hungry
And tell the hood that I've hired niggas and fired
On the Fourth of July, opens your I'm joking stupid
I love all 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 take a piss
Fuck a 9 to 5 'cause I'm getting rest
I wake to breakfast and
You up to breakfast in bed
I drive my H2? Hmmm?
I'ma take the Lexus
ain't dead but I'll leave you niggas
Dead all this pimping
I'm spinners like a pimp
why I'm limping

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

Off that's controlled
That's how story goes
I popped the cap, the ice
And Flip done broke the mold
I'm so cold I think I, see dead
Nah, that's just my homies out in the Regal
Believe it, the is so strong, if you notice 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 this for them that bang screw music
We don't out after 8 blunts, because we used to it
Me and Cris Cheech & Chong
So hurry, out the weed and the bong
'Cause if it ain't A trees, we gotta leave it alone
And to my homie Screw, you know I hold it down
And if they it then they 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)