Luyện nghe bài hát Weed Nap

It's nothin' fresher, under pressure
Take your bitch and her
Go 'head and yourself
Fuck niggas, they'll be one
More weed, stress
Make a grocery 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 and I'll be hella high
The jealous niggas will be jealous
Clip they wings, their propellers
add to it, can't take from us
She at my spot fixing
That's why I with her
I got a in every state
Tommy Buns living nigga get
Fuck is wrong with your little nigga? Sit straight
No other choice, but to it real
These niggas so
You can still the paint, ew

I got bitch on my arm
Got the team on my
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
Still the same
Shit ain't changed still wake and
Still got your bitch us
Pac, ay still hit the dealer
Paint no limit to this like P. Miller, oh

Uh mission never changed, stay all after the
Jet Taylor Gang rectify the game
the 4, the big dog came
Rollin' joints with his paws, pinky rings
Since he through things ain't been the same
Kinda close though, copping on my coats, yo
duplicate the dope flow though they're tried
That shit too stepped on nigga, to get the people
that strope light, that 1975
Cadillac that, baby doing soul train lines
Never hate it, I flow out my mind
breaded like they finna be deep fried
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 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 a couple bands I did that while you napped
the same nigga
Shit changed still wake and bake
Still got your with us
Pac, ay still hit the dealer
Paint no limit to shit like P. Miller, oh