Luyện nghe bài hát Weed Nap

It's nothin' fresher, they pressure
Take bitch and undress her
Go 'head and yourself
niggas, they'll be one less
More weed, stress
Make a grocery store runs, in old bape and ape sweats
Separate the bookies vets
Out in the bay, where they blowing
to Mr. Fab
The will be televised and I'll be hella high
The same jealous 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 fucks her
I got a in every state
Tommy Buns living get cake
Fuck is wrong with your posture little nigga? Sit
No other choice, but to keep it
niggas so fake
You can smear 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 sleeping on me and I it like that
I made a couple bands I did that while you napped
the same nigga
Shit ain't still wake and bake
got your bitch 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
the 4, the big dog came
Rollin' joints with his paws, wearing pinky
Since he swang through things ain't been the
close though, copping cats on my coats, yo
Can't duplicate the dope though they're tried
That too stepped on nigga, to get the people high
that strope light, that 1975
Cadillac that, baby doing soul train lines
Never hate it, 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 in that bed, let 'em rest in peace
Smoke another P, kill some more

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