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, what you want, how you got?

I got about dawg, what's 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 what I'm
talkin about man, was real fucked up for a nigga though, I'm
stressin.....I bought a sack weed, I got home I seen.....that these trees
was just a big bag of seeds, niggaz done got me for my money, I done
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 gettin me 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 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 ain't nobody got no good, so I
on, I gotta find that really good, good for my lung, yea, yea, yea, cause
I'm in need for that sticky sticky green, ain't had my yet, so a nigga
got an attitude, excuse me if I'm rude, but that's just the way that the
does your dude, your hands up if you're weeded, uh huh, throw 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 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 goody 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 it come 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 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 and drug peddlin,
twice convicted thug felon, to see what he was sellin, it was the brown
weed with stems, he swore it was the bomb, I was ready to flip but I
calm, copped the 20 and stayed charmed, my momma said, momma never said
that be days like this, I'm breakin rules, but nigga ooh I gots to blaze
this

You ain't gone tell me ain't no sticky in this fuckin city, where's the
weedman, when you need him, I want hollas from my niggaz all the way,
what's up Big Blood, my homie Big Blood, he just 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 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)