Luyện nghe bài hát Weed Nap

It's fresher, they under pressure
Take your and undress her
Go 'head and kill
Fuck niggas, be one less
More weed, stress
Make a grocery runs, in some old bape and ape sweats
the bookies from vets
Out in the bay, where they coquis
to Mr. Fab
The revolution will be televised and I'll be high
The same jealous will be jealous
Clip they wings, smash their
Can't add to it, can't take us
She at my spot plates
why I fucks with her
I got a crib in every
Tommy Buns nigga get cake
Fuck is wrong with your posture nigga? Sit straight
No other choice, but to keep it
These niggas so
You can smear the paint, ew

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

Uh mission never changed, stay all the same
Jet life Taylor Gang rectify the
the 4, the big dog came
Rollin' joints with his paws, 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
shit too stepped on nigga, to get the people high
It's that light, that 1975
Cadillac that, baby girl doing soul lines
hate it, though I flow out my mind
Pockets like they finna be deep fried
Out his head, dis a 100
Suckas sleep on me, layin' in the lot, fool, let 'em be
Probably dead in bed, let 'em rest in peace
Smoke another P, 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 it like that
I done made a couple bands I did that you napped
Still the same
ain't changed still wake and bake
Still got your with us
Still Pac, ay still hit the
no limit to this shit like P. Miller, oh