Luyện nghe bài hát Weed Nap

It's nothin' fresher, they pressure
Take your bitch and her
Go 'head and kill
Fuck niggas, they'll be one
More weed, stress
a grocery store runs, in some old bape and ape sweats
Separate the bookies vets
Out in the bay, where blowing coquis
to Mr. Fab
The revolution will be televised and be hella high
The same jealous niggas be jealous
they wings, smash their propellers
Can't add to it, take from us
She at my fixing plates
why I fucks with her
I got a crib in state
Tommy Buns living nigga get
Fuck is wrong with your posture little Sit straight
No other choice, but to keep it
These niggas so
You can still 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 on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple I did that while you napped
the same nigga
Shit ain't changed still wake and
got your 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
the 4, the big dog came
Rollin' joints with his paws, wearing rings
he swang through things ain't been the same
Kinda close though, cats 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 strope light, 1975
that, baby 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 sleep on me, layin' in the lot, fool, let 'em be
Probably in that bed, let 'em rest in peace
Smoke 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
Niggas sleeping on me and I like it that
I done made a couple bands I did while you napped
the same nigga
Shit ain't changed still wake and
Still got bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the
no limit to this shit like P. Miller, oh