Luyện nghe bài hát Weed Nap

It's nothin' fresher, they pressure
Take your bitch and her
Go 'head and kill
niggas, they'll be one less
More weed, less
Make a grocery store runs, in some old bape and ape
Separate the from 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 wings, smash their propellers
add to it, can't take from us
She at my spot fixing
why I fucks with her
I got a crib in state
Tommy Buns nigga get cake
Fuck is wrong with your posture little Sit straight
No other choice, but to keep it
These niggas so
You can smear the paint, ew

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

Uh mission changed, stay all after the same
Jet life Taylor Gang rectify the
From the 4, the big dog
Rollin' with his paws, wearing pinky rings
Since he swang through things ain't been the
Kinda close though, copping on my coats, yo
Can't duplicate the dope flow though tried
That shit too stepped on nigga, to get the high
It's strope light, that 1975
Cadillac that, baby girl soul train lines
Never hate it, I flow out my mind
Pockets breaded like they finna be deep
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 bitch on my arm
Got the on my back
Got the on my lap
Got P on my hat
sleeping on me and I like it like that
I made a couple bands I did that while you napped
Still the same
Shit ain't still wake and bake
got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the
Paint no limit to this shit P. Miller, oh