Luyện nghe bài hát The Weather

Most the time, when it rain it pouring'
But how we grind, it make the change for us
We roll through, but we change for 'em
So for us, when you see us, drive for us

Nigga us ball
Stop a star, not at all
I'm poppin' broads with Hog at the shoppin' mall
All money in the squad, boy I'm not
pay the cost to floss? I can spot your flaws
SLs the toppin' off
Dress well when it's time to
Couple for my boxer drawers
Young nigga to shop at Ross
to shoot when it's poppin' off
Couple times, a nigga almost got by Ross
unit, buzz cut ex-marines
Crenshaw, Ave 17
Infant Stone, Lil' Shady, Baby Buke to fast light a
85 Cutlass the 380s
Summertime functions, L.A. crazy
it out that's what this crew about
Hangin' out the Cutlass window the Rugar out
Prove yo'self, killers in pursuit of
It felt wrong, but who is you to
Look, my master plan was buy a pound and then it south
And one day I'll put this music out
Trippin' now, seeing that it's out
I'm buying spots, movin' out
My fan base, I see 'em south
I'm overseas fuckin' croûte
Yeah... so I can tell you what this hustling
I couldn't you what no luck about
I had maps on my wall,
Dope in my drawers, nigga
Look, a lot of I couldn't rest not at all
Nigga risking trynna ball

Niggas get it and fall off
It's they all soft
Nigga like me at the car wash
8am to 10pm, that's on the day
Wise words from boys meant everything
They say it's to the street life
Then I seen a bezel with the ice
All natural, momma you to be careful
In the trap trappin' to capital
No cruising with the windows down
Hand on the pistol anticipating the sound
I'm Kanye it came to 'ye
I'm Jay-Z when it came to
I'm when it came to weed
So now they Biggie me
As the credit rolls, now the is federal
bags, I'm placed upon a pedestal
Still on the block in my
You ain't know these was the Basquiat's
You really know who really call shots
Worldwide mastermind, number one all

Reporting from the land of the hopeless
Representing for the that won rings with no coaches
We strapped and we cockin' so don't approach us
Price Johnson with a big gold chain and Louis
Been hiding guns in the sofa toy soldiers
Thunder-domes up in Hyde Park, didn't know us
We took all fades, our introduction was the shoulders
We was kids, honestly we just someone to hold us
Grindin' hard on them corners with cane
by the green, all we wanted was Range Rovers
On the block with brain blowers
Real niggas got love in their hearts but can't show it
We live and die for the and the lights glowing
Fox Hills buying Jordans, but still the pain
When I die, put me to the dead poets
Tell 'em God had a plan for me and I didn't it