Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Wee Blues

Man I hear y'all got some good ass weed 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 fucked up for a though, I'm
stressin.....I a sack weed, when I got home 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 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 gotta kick, or punch, the shit that you up,
that one hit'll quit it cause you'll be too lifted after you're done takin
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 nobody got no good, so I gotta
move on, I gotta find really good, good for my lung, yea, yea, yea, cause
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 just the way that the
does your dude, throw your hands up if you're weeded, uh huh, throw your
up if you need it, come on, I'm and I'm searchin and I still ain't
up, why didn't I think of this before lil Dre, let me hit em on up, I hit
em up, he he'd 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 good in my hood.....

I got off the plane, coming from Cali I was...smokin so good, need to go
get me a sack right now, let me roll to the hood, now I can't 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 inside, cause I can't get high, and this 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 charmed, my momma never said, momma never said
that it'd be days like this, I'm breakin rules, but nigga ooh I to blaze
this

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, 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 hair be
fucked up, but it's cool though, ooh, then Bizzy him to the side and
hey Big Blood, you got some drugs.......

Hook(Krayzie, Layzie, & Wish)