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 smile for us, you see us, drive for us

Nigga us ball
a star, nigga 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 with the off
Dress well when it's to ball
Couple hundred for my drawers
Young used to shop at Ross
First to shoot when poppin' off
Couple times, a nigga got popped by Ross
Crash unit, cut ex-marines
Crenshaw, Ave 17
Infant Stone, Lil' Shady, Baby Buke to fast a demonstration
85 Cutlass the 380s
Summertime functions, L.A. streets'
Shoot it out that's what this crew
Hangin' out the Cutlass window with the out
Prove yo'self, in pursuit of clout
It felt wrong, but who is you to
Look, my master plan was buy a pound and then move it
And hopefully one day put this music out
Trippin' now, seeing it's movin' out
I'm spots, nigga movin' out
My fan base, I see 'em south
I'm overseas eating croûte
Yeah... so I can tell you what this 'bout
I couldn't tell you what no luck
I had maps on my wall,
Dope in my drawers, nigga
Look, a lot of stress I couldn't not at all
Nigga everything trynna ball

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

Reporting from the land of the hopeless
Representing for the team that won rings with no
We stay and we cockin' so don't approach us
Price Johnson with a big gold chain and Loafers
Been hiding guns in the since toy soldiers
Thunder-domes up in Hyde Park, nobody know us
We took all fades, our introduction was the shoulders
We was kids, we just needed someone to hold us
Grindin' hard on them corners cane boulders
by the green, all we wanted was Range Rovers
On the block politicking with blowers
Real niggas that got love in their hearts but can't it
We live and die for the fame and the lights
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 know it