Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Wee Blues

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

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

I got $200 dawg, what's happenin...

I got you, you go....

Man ain't 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 to y'all what I'm
talkin man, shit was real fucked up for a nigga though, I'm
stressin.....I bought a sack weed, when I got home I seen.....that these
was just a big bag of seeds, these 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 still
cough.....this shit is not gettin me man, I am not high, the shit too
soft, I need some weed, he gotta kick, or punch, the that fucks you up,
that one hit'll quit it cause be too lifted after you're done takin hits
off the blunt, that gobble was workin me like a downer, I to be easy,
easy, easy, easy.....

All I wanna do, and chokin, but ain't nobody got no good, so I gotta
move on, I gotta that really good, good for my lung, yea, yea, yea, cause
I'm in need for sticky 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 the weed
does your dude, throw your 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 still
come up, why I think 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
thru, I finally got my blunt, I'm feelin 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 now, let me roll to the hood, now I can't find 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
just got paid 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 don't me no more, and I'm driving thru the
city, feelin empty inside, I can't get high, and this here ain't how I
ride, had to stop and holla at my lil niggaz, hustlin and drug peddlin,
twice convicted thug felon, just to see what he was sellin, it was the
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 never said, never said
that it'd be like this, I'm breakin rules, but nigga ooh I gots to blaze
this

You gone tell me ain't no sticky in this whole fuckin city, where's the
weedman, when you need him, I want 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 lil Bizzy you know 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
hey Big Blood, you got some drugs.......

Hook(Krayzie, Layzie, & Wish)