Luyện nghe bài hát Weed Nap

It's fresher, they under pressure
your bitch and undress her
Go 'head and kill
Fuck niggas, be one less
More weed, stress
Make a grocery store runs, in some old bape and ape
Separate the bookies from
Out in the bay, where they coquis
to Mr. Fab
The will be televised and I'll be hella high
The jealous niggas will be jealous
they wings, smash their propellers
Can't add to it, take from us
She at my spot fixing
That's why I with her
I got a crib in every
Tommy Buns living get cake
Fuck is with your posture little nigga? Sit straight
No other choice, but to keep it
niggas so fake
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
sleeping on me and I like it like that
I done made a couple bands I did while you napped
Still the same
Shit ain't changed still and bake
got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the
Paint no limit to this like P. Miller, oh

Uh mission changed, stay all after the same
Jet life Taylor Gang the game
From the 4, the big dog
joints with his paws, wearing pinky rings
Since he swang through ain't been the same
Kinda close though, cats on my coats, yo
Can't duplicate the dope flow though they're
That shit too stepped on nigga, to get the high
that strope light, that 1975
Cadillac that, girl doing soul train lines
Never hate it, though I out my mind
Pockets breaded like finna be deep fried
Out his head, dis a 100
Suckas still 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 bitch 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 a couple bands I did that while you napped
Still the nigga
Shit ain't still wake and bake
got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay hit the dealer
Paint no limit to this like P. Miller, oh