Luyện nghe bài hát Should've Never

[Intro:
Absolutely, absolutely I did for the last couple 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 rollie on but great right?
Touch (rolled up)
Got head (rolled up)
Got pussy, rolled up
Got more pussy, said "that's enough"
I rest, baby
Plus you know I'm off this
I came twice and you came but you live here, maybe
You get it, or you
Anyways, backshots a plastic surgeon
I poke her, why not her bluff?
Royal flush, I did on purpose
Passed out, woke up and what I did? (rolled up)
I hit DZA, he up, then he hit Wiz and we pulled up
And guess what we (rolled up)
Then what? We poured up
And guess we did? (guess what we did)
And what we did? (guess what we did)
We did

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

2: Wiz Khalifa]
Super dabbage, proof you
Rollin' up in it "poof", Aladdin
Puttin' on that uber 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 I got steak, shrimp and eggs on my plate
In the I'm up high, smokin' 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 a good time
She came up in this bitch
She up out this bitch bi
She hit the wax once
She left up out bitch fried
Bitch almost dropped the
She a rookie so I let her
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' that kush 'til I'm faded, you be kidding and playing
My niggas they stay rollin' up, they gettin' as high as this is

[Verse 3: Smoke
[?] your ones first
Dab so my lungs hurt
so crazy, knocked me out my seat
Back to rollin' up
with the wordplay
Kick it like a
Nigga like me gotta get cheese, mozzarella, muenster
Stackin' all my green up, up in a leader
Got me feelin' wavy I be sleepin' a baby
Feelin' better than head on a up tip
I'm lyin', but it's somewhere to it
Ain't better than it, wylin'
Four hundred dollar
Bitch came [?]
Look so good, had to fuck her from the front, I can't
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, keep
Third eye
[?], out with your bitch on the road

[?] now I'm walkin' on the
Really y'all on with some new skateboards
Feelin' like I sold weed in a minute
I can get bored how I'm feelin'
Knew a hatin'-ass nigga wouldn't it
Couple cars, gotta this business
And the wanna check on my women
Make sure that pack still
You know a nigga in it
I ain't even gotta trip on shit, back seat the window tint
doors like a limo, bitch
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
mud, double cup, that's it
Roll up you stuck, that's it
Niggas hate, baby fuck that