Luyện nghe bài hát G Shit

1]
Adjust my V vision
up in the spot
As as me and my gang get in
nigga I came with, came to spend chips
On popping champagne and waitresses
G'd up, what you think is?
Put your feet up, this the fast, life mama up
Pop the cork, roll the up
Nowadays fucking with the bar
Still nothing changed but the horses in my car
Usually ain't into showing hoes where I
But tonight we go to my crib
Be on your toes, your smell that weed on your clothes
He don't what I did, drop you off at your whip
Work by 8, almost 6, plus your nigga
he starting to catch wind
Look at your phone, end
Can't hurt him with what he doesn't
Plus you figure both grown, come on

Money a thang
Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for nigga that's here with me
That's the kinda I'm on
G-Shit I'm on, I'm on
Got rolling weed
Bitches their hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn my song
I ain't trying in love with you
Let me fill your cup then our way home

2]
High off the life I'm
Rooftop you gonna binocular vision
a few shots and them things that you say you do not do
You probably gonna in
Say wrong, I call it a statement for the mission
To get you high as you want, dress code
Skip the to the front
Ride top down, fire the skunk, soon as the get down
Roll one
a couple of you, bring my brother one
The bitches can't roll weed, I ain't fucking with
That's just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense trips
Buy the champagne and spill it, we don't a sip
And you here with me in VIP risk
girl saying shit like "Rose my favorite"
Plus I'm rolling up all this weed you ever
Weed in your hair, weed in your nail, she a spell

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