Luyện nghe bài hát The Weather

Most the time, it rain it start pouring'
But how we grind, it the weather change for us
We roll through, but we never for 'em
So for us, when you see us, drive for us

Nigga watch us
a star, nigga not at all
I'm poppin' broads with Tiny Hog at the mall
All money in the squad, boy I'm not
Can't pay the cost to floss? I can spot flaws
SLs with the off
well when it's time to ball
Couple hundred for my boxer
Young nigga used to shop at
to shoot when it's poppin' off
Couple times, a nigga got popped by Ross
Crash unit, cut ex-marines
Crenshaw, Ave 17
Infant Stone, Lil' Shady, Baby to fast light a demonstration
85 Cutlass with the
Summertime functions, L.A. crazy
Shoot it out what this crew about
Hangin' out the Cutlass window the Rugar out
Prove yo'self, in pursuit of clout
It felt wrong, but who is you to
Look, my master was buy a pound and then move it south
And hopefully one day 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 what this 'bout
I couldn't you what no luck about
I had on my wall, nigga
Dope sacks in my drawers,
Look, a lot of stress I couldn't not at all
Nigga risking everything trynna

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

Reporting from the land of the hopeless
Representing for the that won rings with no coaches
We stay strapped and we so don't approach us
Price Johnson with a big gold chain and Louis
Been hiding in the sofa 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 just needed to hold us
Grindin' on them corners with cane boulders
Fascinated by the green, all we was Range Rovers
On the block politicking 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'
I die, put me next to the dead poets
Tell 'em God had a plan for me and I know it