Luyện nghe bài hát Weed Nap

It's nothin' fresher, under pressure
Take bitch and undress her
Go 'head and kill
Fuck niggas, be one less
weed, less stress
Make a grocery store runs, in some old and ape sweats
Separate the bookies vets
Out in the bay, where they coquis
to Mr. Fab
The will be televised and I'll be hella high
The same jealous niggas be jealous
Clip they wings, smash propellers
Can't add to it, can't take us
She at my fixing plates
why I fucks with her
I got a in every state
Tommy Buns nigga get cake
Fuck is with your posture little nigga? Sit straight
No other choice, but to it real
These niggas so
You can still the paint, ew

I got your on my arm
Got the team on my
Got the on my lap
Got P on my hat
Niggas on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple I did that while you napped
Still the nigga
Shit ain't changed still and bake
Still got bitch with us
Still Pac, ay hit the dealer
Paint no limit to shit like P. Miller, oh

Uh mission never changed, all after the same
Jet life Taylor rectify the game
From the 4, the big dog
Rollin' joints his paws, wearing pinky rings
he swang through things ain't been the same
Kinda though, copping cats on my coats, yo
duplicate the dope flow though they're tried
That shit too stepped on nigga, to get the people
It's strope light, that 1975
Cadillac that, baby girl doing soul lines
Never it, though I flow out my mind
Pockets like they finna be deep fried
Out his head, dis a 100
still sleep on me, layin' in the lot, fool, let 'em be
Probably dead in that bed, let 'em rest in
Smoke another P, kill more beats

I got your on my arm
Got the team on my
Got the on my lap
Got P on my hat
Niggas sleeping on me and I like it that
I done a couple bands I did that while you napped
the same nigga
Shit changed still wake and bake
got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the
Paint no limit to this shit P. Miller, oh