Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Wee Blues

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

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

I got about $200 dawg, happenin...

I got you, you go....

Man this no damned chronic, what 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 bought a 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 couple of hundred, motherfucka, naw........I guess I gotta it as
a loss, but Im mad Im puffin and Im puffin and ah......I still ain't
cough.....this is not gettin me high 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 takin hits
off the blunt, that gobble was me like a downer, I need to be easy,
easy, easy, easy.....

All I do, smokin 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 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 dude, throw your hands up if you're weeded, uh huh, throw your hands
up if you need it, come on, I'm and I'm searchin and I still ain't
come up, why didn't I think of 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 real goody in my hood.....

I got off the plane, coming from Cali 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 what I'ma do I got to get high, not to
fuck when it come 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,
searching high, low, out of my mind, I'm ready to blow, I'm the stress,
I'm getting depressed, don't 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 holla at my lil niggaz, petty hustlin and peddlin,
twice convicted 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 but I stayed
calm, the 20 and stayed 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 gone tell me ain't no sticky in this whole fuckin city, where's the
weedman, you need him, I want hollas 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 said lil Bizzy you know my lil sister she does braids, my must be
fucked up, but it's cool though, ooh, then Bizzy him to the side and
said hey Big Blood, you got drugs.......

Hook(Krayzie, Layzie, & Wish)