Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Wee Blues

Man I y'all got some good ass weed around here.....

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

I got about $200 dawg, happenin...

I got you, you go....

Man this ain't no damned chronic, 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 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
spent a of hundred, motherfucka, naw........I guess I gotta chalk it as
a loss, but Im mad cause Im puffin and Im puffin and ah......I ain't
cough.....this shit is not gettin me high man, I am not high, the too
soft, I some weed, he gotta kick, or punch, the shit that fucks you up,
that one hit'll 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, smokin and chokin, but ain't got no good, so I gotta
move on, I gotta find that good, good for my lung, yea, yea, yea, cause
I'm in need for that sticky sticky green, had my blunt yet, so a nigga
got an attitude, excuse me if I'm rude, but that's just the way the weed
does dude, throw your 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 think of this 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 so good, it's so hard to find
that goody good in my hood.....

I just got off the plane, coming from Cali I was...smokin so good, to go
get me a sack right now, let me roll to the hood, now I find tweed, and
Ken out of town, now I'm thinkin of I'ma do when I got to get high, not to
around when it come to the herb, I splurge, anything ain't gone cut it, I
just got paid with a pocket 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 don't me no more, and I'm driving thru the
city, empty 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 thug felon, just 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 charmed, my momma never said, momma never said
that it'd be days like this, I'm breakin rules, but ooh I gots to blaze
shit

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

Hook(Krayzie, Layzie, & Wish)