Luyện nghe bài hát Weed Nap

It's nothin' fresher, they under
your bitch and undress her
Go and kill yourself
Fuck niggas, be one less
More weed, stress
Make a grocery store runs, in some old and ape sweats
Separate the bookies from
Out in the bay, where they coquis
to Mr. Fab
The revolution will be televised and I'll be hella
The same niggas will be jealous
Clip wings, smash their propellers
add to it, can't take from us
She at my spot plates
why I fucks with her
I got a in every state
Tommy Buns living get cake
Fuck is wrong with posture little nigga? Sit straight
No other choice, but to keep it
niggas so fake
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 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 still wake and bake
Still got bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the
Paint no to this shit like P. Miller, oh

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

I got your 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 done made a couple bands I did while you napped
Still the nigga
Shit ain't changed wake and bake
Still got bitch with us
Still Pac, ay hit the dealer
Paint no to this shit like P. Miller, oh