Luyện nghe bài hát Weed Nap

It's fresher, they under pressure
Take your bitch and her
Go 'head and yourself
niggas, they'll be one less
More weed, stress
Make a grocery store runs, in some old bape and ape
Separate the bookies from
Out in the bay, where they blowing
to Mr. Fab
The revolution will be televised and be hella high
The same niggas will be jealous
Clip they wings, smash propellers
add to it, can't take from us
She at my spot fixing
why I fucks with her
I got a in every state
Tommy Buns nigga get cake
Fuck is wrong with your posture little Sit straight
No other choice, but to it real
These so fake
You can smear the paint, ew

I got bitch on my arm
Got the on my back
Got the on my lap
Got P on my hat
Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like
I done made a couple bands I did that while you
Still the same
ain't changed still wake and bake
Still got bitch with us
Pac, ay still hit the dealer
Paint no to this shit like P. Miller, oh

Uh mission changed, stay all after the same
Jet life Taylor Gang rectify the
the 4, the big dog came
Rollin' joints with his paws, wearing rings
Since he swang through things ain't been the
close though, copping cats on my coats, yo
Can't the dope flow though they're tried
shit too stepped on nigga, to get the people high
It's that light, that 1975
Cadillac that, baby girl doing soul train
Never hate it, I flow out my mind
Pockets breaded like finna be deep fried
Out his head, dis a 100
Suckas still on me, layin' in the lot, fool, let 'em be
Probably dead in bed, let 'em rest in peace
Smoke another P, kill some beats

I got your on my arm
Got the on my back
Got the on my lap
Got P on my hat
Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like
I done made a couple bands I did while you napped
Still the nigga
Shit ain't still wake and bake
Still got your with us
Still Pac, ay hit the dealer
no limit to this shit like P. Miller, oh