Luyện nghe bài hát G Shyt

[Wiz - Verse 1]
Adjust my Louie V
up in the spot
As long as me and my get in
Every n-gga I came with, to spend chips
On popping champagne and tipping
G'd up, what you think is?
Put your feet up, this the fast, life speed up
Pop the cork, the weed up
ain't f-cking with the bar
Still aint nothing but the horses in my car
Usually into showing hoes where I live
But tonight we go to my crib
Be on your toes, boyfriend smell that weed on your clothes
He don't know what I did, drop you off at whip
Work by 8, 6, plus your n-gga calling
Think he starting to wind
Look at phone, press end
Can't hurt him with what he know
Plus you figure we're both grown, on

Money ain't a
Tell the call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that's here with me
That's the kinda I'm on
I'm on, G-Shit I'm on
Got rolling weed
Bitches their hands in the air
Tell the DJ that's my song
I ain't trying fall in with you
Let me fill your cup then our way home

Khalifa - Verse 2]
High off the life I'm
Rooftop you need binocular vision
Order a few shots and them things you say you do not do
You probably give in
Say it's wrong, I it a statement for the mission
To get you high as you want, break dress
Skip the line to the
top down, fire the skunk, soon as the dooby get down
Roll one
? a couple of you, bring my one
The bitches can't roll weed, I ain't with them
That's just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense trips
Buy the champagne and it, we don't save a sip
And you here with me in VIP risk
Home girl shit like "Rose my favorite"
Plus I'm rolling up all this weed you ever
Weed in your hair, weed in your nail, she under a

x2]
Money ain't a
Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that's with me
That's the kinda I'm on
I'm on, G-Shit I'm on
Got n-ggas weed
Bitches their hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn that's my
I ain't trying fall in love you
Let me your cup then find our way home