Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Wee Blues

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

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

I got about dawg, what's happenin...

I got you, you go....

Man this no damned 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 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 I seen.....that these trees
was just a big bag of seeds, these niggaz done got me for my money, I
spent a couple of hundred, motherfucka, naw........I guess I chalk it as
a loss, but Im mad cause Im puffin and Im puffin and ah......I still
cough.....this is not gettin me high man, I am not high, the shit too
soft, I need weed, he gotta kick, or punch, the shit that fucks you up,
one hit'll quit it cause you'll be too lifted after you're done takin hits
off the blunt, that was workin me like a downer, I need to be easy,
easy, easy, easy.....

All I do, smokin and chokin, but ain't nobody got no good, so I gotta
move on, I gotta find that really good, for my lung, yea, yea, yea, cause
I'm in need for that sticky sticky green, ain't had my 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 up if you're weeded, uh huh, throw your hands
up if you need it, come on, I'm searchin and I'm searchin and I ain't
up, why didn't I think of this before lil Dre, let me hit em on up, I hit
em up, he said come on thru, he got the L.A., the L.A., I said I'd be
right thru, I got my blunt, I'm feelin so good, it's 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 right now, let me roll to the hood, now I 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 to the herb, I splurge, anything 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 love me no more, and I'm driving thru the
city, feelin empty inside, cause I get high, and this here ain't how I
ride, had to and holla at my lil niggaz, petty hustlin and drug peddlin,
convicted thug 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 never said, momma never
that it'd be days like this, I'm breakin rules, but ooh I gots to blaze
shit

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

Hook(Krayzie, Layzie, & Wish)