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 never for 'em
So smile for us, when you see us, for us

watch us ball
Stop a star, not at all
I'm poppin' broads Tiny Hog at the shoppin' mall
All money in the squad, boy I'm not
Can't pay the cost to floss? I can your flaws
SLs the toppin' off
well when it's time to ball
Couple hundred for my boxer
Young nigga used to at Ross
First to shoot when it's off
Couple times, a nigga got popped by Ross
Crash unit, buzz cut
Crenshaw, Ave 17
Stone, Lil' Shady, Baby Buke to fast light a demonstration
85 with the 380s
Summertime functions, L.A. streets'
Shoot it out that's what this crew
Hangin' out the window with the Rugar out
Prove yo'self, killers in of clout
It felt wrong, but who is you to
Look, my master plan was buy a pound and move it south
And hopefully one day I'll put music out
now, seeing that it's movin' out
I'm buying spots, movin' out
My fan base, I see 'em south
I'm overseas eating fuckin'
Yeah... so I can tell you what hustling 'bout
I couldn't tell you what no luck
I had on my wall, nigga
Dope in my drawers, nigga
Look, a lot of stress I couldn't not at all
Nigga risking everything ball

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

Reporting live the land of the hopeless
for the team that won rings with no coaches
We stay strapped and we cockin' so approach us
Price Johnson a big gold chain and Louis Loafers
Been hiding guns in the since toy soldiers
Thunder-domes up in Hyde Park, didn't nobody us
We took all fades, our was from the shoulders
We was kids, honestly we needed someone to hold us
Grindin' hard on corners with cane boulders
Fascinated by the green, all we was Range Rovers
On the block with brain blowers
Real niggas that got in their hearts but can't show it
We live and die for the fame and the lights
Fox buying Jordans, but still the pain shown'
When I die, put me to the dead poets
'em God had a plan for me and I didn't know it