Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Wee Blues

Man I hear got some good ass weed around here.....

Yea nigga, happenin, I got you, what you want, how much you got?

I got about $200 dawg, happenin...

I got you, you go....

Man this ain't no chronic, what 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 night for me, let me explain to y'all I'm
talkin about man, shit was real up for a nigga though, I'm
stressin.....I a sack weed, when I got home I seen.....that these 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 puffin and ah......I ain't
cough.....this is not gettin me high man, I am not high, the shit too
soft, I need some weed, he gotta kick, or punch, the shit fucks you up,
that one hit'll quit it cause you'll be too lifted after done takin hits
off the blunt, that gobble was workin me a downer, I need to be easy,
easy, easy, easy.....

All I wanna do, smokin and chokin, but ain't nobody got no good, so I
move on, I gotta find that good, good for my lung, yea, yea, yea, cause
I'm in need for sticky sticky green, ain't had my blunt yet, so a nigga
got an attitude, excuse me if I'm rude, but that's just the way that the
does your dude, your hands up if you're weeded, uh huh, throw your hands
up if you it, come on, I'm searchin 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 come on thru, he got the L.A., the L.A., I I'd be
right thru, I finally got my blunt, I'm feelin so good, so hard to find
that real goody in my hood.....

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

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

Hook(Krayzie, Layzie, & Wish)