Luyện nghe bài hát Should've Never

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

Wiz Khalifa]
And we just a bunch a we're 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 gave us money
No

[Verse 2: Wiz
Super dabbage, you average
up in it like "poof", Aladdin
Puttin' bitches on that cab shit
My roof collapsin', wake up in the mornin' tell you happened
We stoned, you took a dab and it was "ehh"
My bedroom and got
day I'm in the next state
I'm in the best weed I got steak, shrimp and on my plate
In the room I'm up high, wax I'm up high
Taylor Gang, we up
Her legs up in the sky
She left the rest of her girls, she came to have a time
She came up in this bitch
She left up out this bi
She hit the wax once
She left up out this bitch
Bitch dropped the bong
She a so I let her slide
Rollin' up the mountain so much I don't know the amount
Blow so much out my mouth, I'm leavin' 'em stuck on the couch
Smokin' that 'til I'm faded, you niggas be kidding and playing
My niggas they stay rollin' up, they gettin' as high as fade is

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

DZA

[Verse 4: J.R.
Uhh,
side to the
Head in the freezer, keep froze
eye home-seekin'
[?], swaked out with bitch on the road

[?] now I'm on the ceilin'
Really y'all on with some new skateboards
like I haven't sold weed in a minute
I can never get how I'm feelin'
Knew a hatin'-ass nigga feel it
Couple cars, gotta handle business
And the texts wanna on my women
Make sure that still flippin'
You know a young in it
I ain't even trip on shit, back seat with the window tint
Open doors like a limo,
Presidential shit, so the irrelevant
Thinkin' my ex-porn or medicine
Take time, can't rush shit
nigga gonna brush that shit, off
Tour bus full of sluts, it
Lotta mud, cup, that's it
up 'til you stuck, that's it
Niggas hate, baby fuck that