Luyện nghe bài hát Weed Nap

It's nothin' fresher, they pressure
Take your bitch and her
Go and kill yourself
Fuck niggas, they'll be one
More weed, stress
Make a store runs, in some old bape and ape sweats
Separate the bookies vets
Out in the bay, they blowing coquis
to Mr. Fab
The revolution will be televised and I'll be hella
The same jealous will be jealous
Clip wings, smash their propellers
add to it, can't take from us
She at my spot plates
That's why I fucks her
I got a in every state
Tommy Buns living nigga get
Fuck is wrong with your posture little nigga? Sit
No other choice, but to keep it
These niggas so
You can smear the paint, ew

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

Uh never changed, stay all after the same
Jet life Taylor Gang rectify the
From the 4, the big dog
joints with his paws, wearing pinky rings
Since he swang through things ain't the same
Kinda close though, copping on my coats, yo
duplicate the dope flow though they're tried
That shit too on nigga, to get the people high
It's that light, that 1975
Cadillac that, girl doing soul train lines
Never hate it, though I flow out my
Pockets breaded like they finna be fried
Out his head, dis a 100
Suckas still on me, layin' in the lot, fool, let 'em be
dead in that bed, let 'em rest in peace
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
sleeping on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple bands I did that while you
the same nigga
Shit changed still wake and bake
Still got your with us
Still Pac, ay hit the dealer
Paint no limit to this shit P. Miller, oh