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 $200 dawg, what's happenin...

I got you, you go....

Man this ain't no damned chronic, 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 explain to what I'm
talkin about man, shit was fucked up for a nigga though, I'm
stressin.....I a sack weed, when I got home I seen.....that these trees
was just a big bag of seeds, niggaz done got me for my money, I done
a couple 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 need some weed, he kick, or punch, the shit that fucks you up,
that one hit'll quit it cause you'll be too lifted after you're takin hits
off the blunt, that gobble was workin me 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, good for my lung, yea, yea, yea,
I'm in need for that sticky sticky green, ain't had my blunt yet, so a
got an attitude, me if I'm rude, but that's just the way that the weed
does your dude, throw hands 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
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 come on thru, he got the L.A., the L.A., I I'd be
right thru, I finally got my blunt, I'm feelin so good, it's so hard to
real goody good 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 I'ma do when I got to get high, not to
fuck around when it to the herb, I splurge, anything ain't gone cut it, I
just got with 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,
twice convicted felon, just to see what 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 said
that it'd be days like this, I'm breakin rules, but nigga ooh I to blaze
shit

You ain't gone tell me ain't no sticky in this whole 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 know my lil sister she does braids, my must be
fucked up, but it's though, ooh, then Bizzy pulled him to the side and
said hey Big Blood, you got drugs.......

Hook(Krayzie, Layzie, & Wish)