Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Wee Blues

Man I y'all got some good ass weed around here.....

Yea nigga, what's happenin, I got you, what you want, how much you

I got about $200 dawg, happenin...

I got you, you go....

Man this no damned chronic, what the fuck......

(Hook)
Lemme tell y'all, I......I....I.....I got the bad blues.....ooh, got the
bad blues......

Last night, was a real bad night for me, let me to y'all what I'm
talkin about man, shit was real up for a nigga though, I'm
stressin.....I bought a sack weed, I got home I seen.....that these trees
was just a big bag of seeds, these niggaz got me for my money, I done
spent a couple of hundred, motherfucka, naw........I guess I gotta it as
a loss, but Im mad Im puffin and Im puffin and ah......I still ain't
cough.....this shit is not gettin me high man, I am not high, the too
soft, I need some weed, he gotta kick, or punch, the shit fucks you up,
that one hit'll it cause you'll be too lifted after you're done takin hits
off the blunt, that gobble was workin me a downer, I need to be easy,
easy, easy, easy.....

All I wanna do, smokin and chokin, but ain't got no good, so I gotta
move on, I gotta find really good, good for my lung, yea, yea, yea, cause
I'm in for that sticky sticky green, ain't had my blunt yet, so a nigga
got an attitude, excuse me if I'm rude, but that's just the way that the
does your dude, throw your hands up if you're weeded, uh huh, your hands
up if you need it, come on, I'm and I'm searchin and I still ain't
come up, why didn't I of this before lil Dre, let me hit em on up, I hit
em up, he said he'd on thru, he got the L.A., the L.A., I said I'd be
thru, I finally got my blunt, I'm feelin so good, it's so hard to find
that real goody in my hood.....

I just got off the plane, coming from Cali I was...smokin so good, to go
get me a sack right now, let me to the hood, now I can't find tweed, and
Ken out of town, now I'm thinkin of what I'ma do I got to get high, not to
fuck around when it to the herb, I splurge, anything ain't gone cut it, I
just got paid a pocket full of money and today I ain't on no budget,
searching high, low, out of my mind, I'm ready to blow, I'm the stress,
I'm depressed, weedman don't love me no more, and I'm driving thru the
city, feelin inside, cause I can't get high, and this here ain't how I
ride, had to stop and holla at my lil niggaz, hustlin and drug peddlin,
twice convicted thug felon, just to see what he was sellin, it was the
weed with stems, he swore it was the bomb, I was to flip but I stayed
calm, copped the 20 and stayed charmed, my momma never said, momma said
it'd be days like this, I'm breakin rules, but nigga ooh I gots to blaze
this

You ain't gone tell me ain't no sticky in this fuckin city, where's the
weedman, when you him, I want hollas from my niggaz all around the way,
what's up Big Blood, my homie Big Blood, he just me a sack today, a sack
today, and ooh, even though he sellin yey he, he pulled lil to the side,
he said lil Bizzy you know my lil she does braids, my hair must be
fucked up, but cool though, ooh, then Bizzy pulled him to the side and
hey Big Blood, you got some drugs.......

Hook(Krayzie, Layzie, & Wish)