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 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 bud, I lit it up, and then I made it disappear
'Cause my magic tricks, are so
This shit's hazardous, got smoking cannibus
If you mad at this, damn it

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

I made a, 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 keep me
Abracadabra, here's a trick, I smoked up all the weed
Zig-Zag's and wraps got my mind gone
don't affect 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 like the Tower 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 call the thrower potion
I'm up, so no wonder things are in slower motion
I gots to have it, can't kick the habit, I've to shake it
The drug experiment stage if you mistake

(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 Sweet Tooth and Jack Frost
Hit it twice but don't cough, you gotta it man
If it's a record for I'm 'bout to break it man
Me and Luda budda, we in a black Cougar
On Zab Judah, you try to us we grab 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 that Jane
And if it's true they say
I don't know how many cells is left in my fucking brain
But I'ma on writing and lighting
of these hungry rappers
And tell the hood that hired niggas and fired crackers
On the of July, opens your eyes 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 a piss test
Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm always getting rest
I to breakfast and head
You wake up to in bed
Should I my H2? Hmmm?
take the Lexus instead
Pimping ain't dead but leave you niggas
Dead from all this
I'm riding like a pimp
That's why I'm

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

Off that's controlled
how this story goes
I the cap, broke the ice
And Flip done broke the mold
I'm so cold I I, see dead people
Nah, that's my homies passed out in the Regal
it, the potency 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 players that bang screw
We don't pass out 8 blunts, because we used to it
Me and like Cheech & Chong
So hurry, out the weed and the bong
if it ain't Grade A trees, we gotta leave it alone
And to my homie Screw, you know I hold it down
And if they want it then they gotta 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)