Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Wee Blues

Man I hear got some good ass weed around here.....

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

I got $200 dawg, what's 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 for me, let me explain to y'all what I'm
talkin man, shit was real fucked up for a nigga though, I'm
stressin.....I a sack weed, when I got home I seen.....that these 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 cause Im puffin and Im and ah......I still ain't
cough.....this shit is not me high man, I am not high, the shit too
soft, I some 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, that 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 really good, 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 that's the way that the weed
does your dude, throw your hands up if you're weeded, uh huh, throw your
up if you need it, come on, I'm searchin and I'm searchin and I 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 he'd come on thru, he got the L.A., the L.A., I I'd be
thru, I finally 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 now, let me roll to the hood, now I can't find tweed, and
Ken out of town, now I'm thinkin of what do when I got to get high, not to
fuck around when it come to the herb, I splurge, anything ain't 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 to blow, I'm feelin the stress,
I'm getting depressed, weedman love me no more, and I'm driving thru the
city, feelin inside, cause I can't get high, and this here ain't how I
ride, had to stop and holla at my lil niggaz, petty hustlin and peddlin,
twice convicted thug felon, just to see he was sellin, it was the brown
with stems, he swore it was the bomb, I was ready to flip but I stayed
calm, copped the 20 and stayed charmed, my momma never said, momma never
that it'd be days this, I'm breakin rules, but nigga ooh I gots to blaze
this

You ain't tell me ain't no sticky in this whole fuckin city, where's the
weedman, you need him, I want hollas 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 though he yey he, he pulled lil Bizzy to the side,
he said lil Bizzy you know my lil she does braids, my hair must be
fucked up, but it's cool though, ooh, Bizzy pulled him to the side and
said hey Big Blood, you got drugs.......

Hook(Krayzie, Layzie, & Wish)