Luyện nghe bài hát Weed Nap

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

Uh never changed, stay all after the same
Jet life Taylor Gang the game
From the 4, the big dog
Rollin' joints with his paws, wearing rings
Since he swang things ain't been the same
close though, copping cats on my coats, yo
Can't duplicate the flow though they're tried
That shit too stepped on nigga, to get the people
that strope light, that 1975
Cadillac that, girl doing soul train lines
Never hate it, I flow out my mind
Pockets breaded like they finna be 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 in peace
Smoke another P, kill more beats

I got bitch on my arm
Got the on my back
Got the on my lap
Got P on my hat
Niggas sleeping on me and I it like that
I made a couple bands I did that while you napped
Still the nigga
Shit ain't changed still and bake
got your bitch with us
Still Pac, ay hit the dealer
Paint no to this shit like P. Miller, oh