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, you want, how much you got?

I got about $200 dawg, happenin...

I got you, you go....

Man this no damned chronic, what the fuck......

(Hook)
Lemme y'all, I......I....I.....I got the bad weed 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 bought a sack weed, when I got home I seen.....that these
was just a big bag of seeds, these niggaz done got me for my money, I
spent a of hundred, motherfucka, naw........I guess I gotta chalk it as
a loss, but Im mad Im puffin and Im puffin and ah......I still ain't
cough.....this shit is not gettin me high man, I am not high, the too
soft, I need weed, he gotta kick, or punch, the shit that fucks you up,
that one hit'll quit it you'll be too lifted after you're done takin hits
off the blunt, gobble 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 find that really 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, excuse me if I'm rude, but just the way that the weed
does your dude, throw your hands up if you're weeded, uh huh, your hands
up if you need it, come on, I'm searchin and I'm and I still ain't
come up, why didn't I think of 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 finally got my blunt, I'm feelin so good, it's so hard to
that real goody in my hood.....

I just got off the plane, coming from 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 when it come to the herb, I splurge, anything ain't gone cut it, I
just got paid with a pocket full of money and 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, cause I can't get high, and here ain't how I
ride, had to stop and holla at my lil niggaz, petty hustlin and peddlin,
convicted thug felon, just to see what he was sellin, it was the brown
weed with stems, he it was the bomb, I was ready to flip but I stayed
calm, copped the 20 and stayed charmed, my never said, momma never said
that be days like this, I'm breakin rules, but nigga ooh I gots to blaze
shit

You ain't gone 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,
up Big Blood, my homie Big Blood, he just gave me a sack today, a sack
today, and ooh, even though he sellin yey he, he 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)