Luyện nghe bài hát Should've Never

[Intro:
Absolutely, absolutely I did for the last couple days
Yeah, Soul!
1: Ab-Soul]
Smoke a half ounce in a an hour
late for a red-eye flight
Gettin' outside my house for hours
No rollie on but great right?
Touch (rolled up)
Got some (rolled up)
Got some pussy, up
Got some pussy, said "that's enough"
I rest, baby
you know I'm off this Xanie
I came twice and you twice but you live here, maybe
You get it, or you
Anyways, like a plastic surgeon
I her, why not call her bluff?
flush, I did that on purpose
Passed out, woke up and guess I did? (rolled up)
I hit DZA, he up, then he hit Wiz and we pulled up
And guess what we (rolled up)
Then guess what? We up
And guess what we did? (guess we did)
And guess what we did? (guess we did)
We did

Wiz Khalifa]
And we just a bunch a niggas allowed to have fun
we go
we go
And they should've never gave us
Should've gave us money (x4)
No, they should've never gave us
No

[Verse 2: Wiz
Super dabbage, you average
Rollin' up in it like "poof",
Puttin' bitches on that uber cab
My collapsin', wake up in the mornin' tell you what happened
We were stoned, you a dab and it was "ehh"
My and got faded
Next day I'm in the next
I'm in the best I got steak, shrimp and eggs on my plate
In the room I'm up high, smokin' wax I'm up
Taylor Gang, we up
Her were up in the sky
She left the rest of her girls, she came to have a good
She came up in this straight
She left up out this bi
She only hit the wax
She up out this bitch fried
almost dropped the bong
She a so I let her slide
Rollin' up smokin' the mountain so much I don't the amount
so much smoke out my mouth, I'm leavin' 'em stuck on the couch
Smokin' kush 'til I'm faded, you niggas be kidding and playing
My they stay rollin' up, they gettin' as high as this fade is

[Verse 3: DZA]
[?] count your first
Dab so hard my hurt
Cough so crazy, knocked me out my
Back to rollin' up
with the wordplay
Kick it like a
Nigga like me gotta get that cheese, mozzarella,
Stackin' all my green up, up in a leader
Got me feelin' wavy I be sleepin' like a
better than head on a wake up tip
I'm lyin', but somewhere close to it
Ain't nothin' better than it,
Four hundred dollar
Bitch through [?]
Look so good, had to fuck her from the front, I front
She to party, I like to party
I the [?], she roll the Marley's

DZA

[Verse 4: J.R.
Uhh,
West to the
Head band in the freezer, froze
Third eye
[?], out with your bitch on the road

[?] now I'm on the ceilin'
Really on tour with some new skateboards
like I haven't sold weed in a minute
I can get bored how I'm feelin'
Knew a hatin'-ass nigga wouldn't it
Couple cars, gotta handle this
And the texts wanna on my women
Make that pack still flippin'
You know a young in it
I ain't even gotta on shit, back seat with the window tint
Open like a limo, bitch
shit, so the bullshit irrelevant
Thinkin' my ex-porn or medicine
Take time, rush that shit
Real nigga gonna brush shit, off
Tour bus of sluts, that's it
Lotta mud, double cup, it
Roll up you stuck, that's it
Niggas hate, baby fuck that