Luyện nghe bài hát The Weather

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

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

Niggas get it and they off
It's cause all soft
Nigga like me started at the car
8am to 10pm, on the rainy day
Wise words from dope boys everything
They say it's levels to the life
Then I seen a with the pink ice
All natural, momma you to be careful
In the trap trappin' to capital
No longer with the windows down
Hand on the anticipating the riddle sound
I'm when it came to 'ye
I'm Jay-Z when it to keys
I'm Snoop when it to weed
So now wanna Biggie me
As the credit rolls, now the charge is
bags, I'm placed upon a pedestal
Still on the block in my
You ain't really these was the Basquiat's
You ain't really know who really call
mastermind, number one all charts

Reporting live from the land of the
Representing for the that won rings with no coaches
We stay strapped and we cockin' so don't us
Price Johnson a big gold chain and Louis Loafers
Been hiding in the sofa since toy soldiers
up in Hyde Park, didn't nobody know us
We all fades, our introduction was from the shoulders
We was kids, honestly we just needed someone to us
Grindin' hard on them corners with cane
Fascinated by the green, all we wanted was Rovers
On the block politicking with brain
Real niggas that got love in their hearts but can't it
We and die for the fame and the lights glowing
Fox Hills buying Jordans, but still the shown'
I die, put me next to the dead poets
Tell 'em God had a plan for me and I know it