Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Wee Blues

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

Yea nigga, happenin, I got you, what you want, how much you got?

I got about dawg, what's happenin...

I got you, you go....

Man this ain't no 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 for me, let me explain to y'all what I'm
talkin man, shit was real fucked up for a nigga though, I'm
stressin.....I bought a sack weed, when I got home I seen.....that these
was just a big bag of seeds, niggaz done got me for my money, I done
spent a couple of hundred, motherfucka, naw........I I gotta chalk it as
a loss, but Im mad cause Im puffin and Im and ah......I still ain't
cough.....this shit is not gettin me man, I am not high, the shit too
soft, I need some weed, he gotta kick, or punch, the shit fucks you up,
that one hit'll quit it you'll be too lifted after you're done takin hits
off the blunt, that gobble was me like 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 that really good, good for my lung, yea, yea, yea, cause
I'm in need for that sticky green, ain't had my blunt yet, so a nigga
got an attitude, excuse me if I'm rude, but that's the way that the weed
does your dude, throw your up if you're weeded, uh huh, throw your hands
up if you need it, come on, I'm searchin and I'm searchin and I still
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 come on thru, he got the L.A., the L.A., I I'd be
right thru, I finally got my blunt, I'm feelin so good, it's so to find
that real good in my hood.....

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

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

Hook(Krayzie, Layzie, & Wish)