Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Wee Blues

Man I hear y'all got some ass weed around here.....

Yea nigga, what's happenin, I got you, what you want, how you got?

I got about $200 dawg, happenin...

I got you, you go....

Man this ain't no damned chronic, the fuck......

(Hook)
Lemme tell y'all, I......I....I.....I got the bad blues.....ooh, got the
bad blues......

Last night, was a real bad for me, let me explain to y'all what I'm
talkin about man, was real fucked up for a nigga though, I'm
stressin.....I bought a sack weed, when I got home I seen.....that trees
was just a big bag of seeds, niggaz done got me for my money, I done
spent a couple of hundred, motherfucka, naw........I I gotta chalk it as
a loss, but Im mad cause Im puffin and Im and ah......I still ain't
cough.....this shit is not me high man, I am not high, the shit too
soft, I need some weed, he gotta kick, or punch, the shit that you up,
that one hit'll quit it cause you'll be too lifted after done takin hits
off the blunt, that was workin me like a downer, I need to be easy,
easy, easy, easy.....

All I wanna do, smokin and chokin, but ain't got no good, so I gotta
move on, I gotta that really good, good for my lung, yea, yea, yea, cause
I'm in for that sticky sticky green, ain't had my blunt yet, so a nigga
got an attitude, me if I'm rude, but that's just the way that the weed
does your dude, throw your hands up if you're weeded, uh huh, throw hands
up if you need it, come on, I'm and I'm searchin and I still ain't
come up, why didn't I of this before lil Dre, let me hit em on up, I hit
em up, he said he'd on thru, he got the L.A., the L.A., I said I'd be
right thru, I finally got my blunt, I'm feelin so good, it's so to find
real goody good in my hood.....

I just got off the plane, coming from Cali I was...smokin so good, to go
get me a sack right now, let me to the hood, now I can't find tweed, and
Ken out of town, now I'm of what I'ma do when I got to get high, not to
fuck around when it come to the herb, I splurge, ain't gone cut it, I
got paid with a pocket full of money and today I ain't on no budget,
searching high, low, out of my mind, I'm ready to blow, I'm the stress,
I'm getting depressed, weedman don't love me no more, and I'm thru the
city, feelin inside, cause I can't get high, and this here ain't how I
ride, had to and holla at my lil niggaz, petty hustlin and drug peddlin,
twice convicted felon, just to see what he was sellin, it was the brown
weed with stems, he swore it was the bomb, I was ready to but I stayed
calm, copped the 20 and stayed charmed, my momma said, momma never said
that it'd be days like this, I'm rules, but nigga ooh I gots to blaze
this

You ain't tell me ain't no sticky in this whole fuckin city, where's the
weedman, when you need him, I want hollas from my niggaz all the way,
what's up Big Blood, my homie Big Blood, he just gave me a today, a sack
today, and ooh, even though he sellin yey he, he pulled lil to the side,
he said lil Bizzy you my lil sister she does braids, my hair must be
fucked up, but it's cool though, ooh, Bizzy pulled him to the side and
hey Big Blood, you got some drugs.......

Hook(Krayzie, Layzie, & Wish)