Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Wee Blues

Man I hear y'all got some 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 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 to y'all what I'm
talkin about man, shit was fucked up for a nigga though, I'm
stressin.....I bought a sack weed, when I got home I seen.....that trees
was a big bag of seeds, these niggaz done got me for my money, I done
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 me high man, I am not high, the shit too
soft, I need some weed, he 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 gobble was workin me a downer, I need to be easy,
easy, easy, easy.....

All I wanna do, and chokin, but ain't nobody got no good, so I gotta
move on, I gotta find that really good, good for my lung, yea, yea, yea,
I'm in need for that sticky green, ain't had my blunt yet, so a nigga
got an attitude, excuse me if I'm rude, but that's the way that the weed
does your dude, throw 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 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, 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 of what I'ma do when 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 a pocket full of money and today I ain't on no budget,
high, low, out of my mind, I'm ready 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 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 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
this

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

Hook(Krayzie, Layzie, & Wish)