Luyện nghe bài hát G Shit

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

Money a thang
Tell the waitress call and bring a for every nigga that's here with me
That's the G-Shit I'm on
I'm on, G-Shit I'm on
Got rolling weed
Bitches with hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn that's my
I trying fall in love with you
Let me fill your cup then our way home

2]
High off the life I'm
you gonna need binocular vision
Order a few shots and them that you say you do not do
You gonna give in
Say it's wrong, I call it a statement for the
To get you as you want, break dress code
Skip the line to the
top down, fire the skunk, soon as the dooby get down
Roll one
Need a of you, bring my brother one
The bitches can't roll weed, I ain't with them
That's just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all paid trips
Buy the champagne and it, we don't save a sip
And you with me in VIP taking risk
girl saying shit like "Rose my favorite"
Plus I'm rolling up all this weed you smell
Weed in your hair, weed in your nail, she a spell

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