Luyện nghe bài hát G Shyt

[Wiz - Verse 1]
my Louie V vision
Fall up in the
As long as me and my get in
n-gga I came with, came to spend chips
On champagne and tipping waitresses
G'd up, what you think is?
Put your up, this the fast, life mama speed up
Pop the cork, the weed up
Nowadays ain't with the bar
Still nothing changed but the horses in my car
Usually ain't into showing where I live
But we gon' go to my crib
Be on your toes, your boyfriend smell that on your clothes
He don't know what I did, drop you off at whip
Work by 8, almost 6, plus your n-gga
Think he starting to catch
Look at your phone, end
Can't hurt him with what he doesn't
Plus you figure we're grown, come on

Money a thang
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 n-ggas 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

Khalifa - Verse 2]
High off the life I'm
Rooftop you gonna binocular vision
Order a few and them things 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 high as you want, dress code
Skip the to the front
Ride top down, fire the skunk, soon as the get down
another one
? a couple of you, my brother one
The can't roll weed, I ain't f-cking with them
That's just 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 taking
Home girl shit like "Rose my favorite"
Plus I'm up all this weed you ever smell
Weed in your hair, weed in nail, she under a spell

x2]
Money ain't a
the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that's here with me
That's the kinda I'm on
I'm on, G-Shit I'm on
Got rolling weed
Bitches their hands in the air
the DJ damn that's my song
I ain't trying fall in with you
Let me fill your cup then find our way