Luyện nghe bài hát G Shyt

[Wiz - Verse 1]
Adjust my Louie V
up in the spot
As as me and my gang get in
Every n-gga I came with, came to spend
On popping champagne and waitresses
G'd up, what you this is?
Put your feet up, this the fast, life mama up
Pop the cork, the weed up
Nowadays ain't with the bar
aint nothing 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 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 n-gga
Think he to catch wind
at your phone, press end
Can't hurt him with what he know
Plus you figure we're grown, come on

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

Khalifa - Verse 2]
High off the I'm living
Rooftop you gonna need vision
a few shots and them things that you say you do not do
You probably give in
Say wrong, I call it a statement for the mission
To get you high as you want, dress code
the line to the front
Ride top down, fire the skunk, soon as the dooby get
Roll one
? a couple of you, bring my one
The bitches roll weed, I ain't f-cking with them
just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense paid trips
Buy the champagne and spill it, we don't a sip
And you here with me in VIP risk
Home girl shit like "Rose my favorite"
Plus I'm rolling up all weed you ever smell
Weed in your hair, weed in your nail, she under a

x2]
Money a thang
Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga here with me
That's the G-Shit 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 fall in with you
Let me fill your cup then find our way