Luyện nghe bài hát The Weather

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

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

Niggas get it and they off
cause they all soft
Nigga like me at the car wash
8am to 10pm, that's on the day
Wise from dope boys meant everything
They say it's to the street life
Then I seen a with the pink ice
All natural, tell you to be careful
In the trappin' to increase capital
No longer cruising the windows down
Hand on the anticipating the riddle sound
I'm when it came to 'ye
I'm when it came to keys
I'm Snoop when it came to
So now wanna Biggie me
As the credit rolls, now the is federal
bags, I'm placed upon a pedestal
Still on the in my Reeboks
You ain't really know these was the
You ain't really know who really call
Worldwide mastermind, number one all

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