Luyện nghe bài hát OG

Hook: Wiz x2
Have a little party at my
And all the weed is rolled how it is
When you fucking with some OG blowing OG smoke
Don't gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go

[Verse 1: Wiz
Young nigga that's more famous than older niggas
Young nigga got my up from these older niggas
Motherfuckas my name, I say I told you nigga
I was taught to count my 'fore I fold it nigga
Now at my chains, all them things frozen nigga
Rolling up my Jane before I smoke it wit ya
Hit this J, I bet this be a day you don't
at the top and I don't see not one contender
Cooking out the pot, I like my weed for and dinner
Got some in the jar, OG in the blender
You paying for quantity, but quality is what you for
If there's a marijuana-ology, I'll be your
And all this chronic leaf is what in for
So your parents my apology for me again or
Get like we Cheech and Chong
We gon' eat some brownies, we gon' smoke, we need some bongs
up so we can all...

x2
Have a party at my crib
And all the is rolled that's how it is
When you fucking some OG niggas blowing OG smoke
Don't even gotta ask, you know, we 'bout to go

2: Snoop Dogg]
Killer is what we blow
OG from way down low
for banging the blue C rag
Started off smoking but Zags
Popping P's, trees
501's, all of
All invited, ignite it, light it, now follow me
Laid out, plush couch, flat television
Table full of so you just might stun a nigga
That's what it is, that's what gon' be
East Side Long Beach where I'm
your girls, all y'all come
Give me some, now her some
It's big Mac, I to have fun
You are, you are the one
If you get it or do it, then it'll be just 2 on 1
it down, lay it down
Baby that body like
At the pad, bad
Baby what that party
Moving so
pull down your panties
Let the Dog ram it
I to understand it
Back room my bedroom
her right up in it
Close the door, (?)
I'm 'bout to up in it
something

x2
Have a little at my crib
And all the weed is that's how it is
When you with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke
Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we to go

[Verse 3:
Having and blowing hella chronic
Smoke I'm
Cutlass on them chrome spokes with the engine
Sounding like a if the stomach rumbling
Your bitch at the window she know I'm coming
She tell you that she 'bout to go and on the corner
She jump in, her to the honeycomb
Stuffing kush (?), playing 3
Your Wonderwoman dome out Miami
Said she never leave me 'lone, She have a family
She just high, tomorrow night, be titties out, dancing
Trying to leave with the next nigga in a
So why get up
I'm too swift up on my toes to have my name up
In sewing with them hoes
I be a straight G rolling up a whole
O-Z of that OG them KO'ed

x2
Have a little party at my
And all the weed is that's how it is
When you fucking with OG niggas blowing OG smoke
Don't even ask, you already know, we 'bout to go