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 champagne and tipping waitresses
G'd up, what you this is?
Put your feet up, this the fast, life mama up
Pop the cork, roll the up
Nowadays ain't fucking the bar
Still ain't changed but the horses in my car
Usually into showing hoes where I live
But we gon' go to my crib
Be on your toes, your smell that weed on your clothes
He don't know I did, drop you off at your whip
Work by 8, almost 6, plus your calling
he starting to catch wind
Look at phone, press end
Can't him with what he doesn't know
Plus you figure we're grown, come on

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

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

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