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 dawg, what's happenin...

I got you, you go....

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

(Hook)
Lemme y'all, I......I....I.....I got the bad weed 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, I got home I seen.....that these trees
was a big bag of seeds, these niggaz done got me for my money, I done
a couple of hundred, motherfucka, naw........I guess 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 high man, I am not high, the too
soft, I some weed, he gotta kick, or punch, the shit that fucks you up,
one hit'll quit it cause you'll be too lifted after you're done takin hits
off the blunt, that was workin 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 find that really good, good for my lung, yea, yea, yea, cause
I'm in need for 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 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 ain't
come up, why didn't I think of this lil Dre, let me hit em on up, I hit
em up, he he'd come on thru, he got the L.A., the L.A., I said I'd be
right thru, I finally got my blunt, I'm so good, it's so hard to find
that real goody in my hood.....

I just got off the plane, from Cali I was...smokin so good, need to go
get me a right now, let me roll to the hood, now I can't find tweed, and
Ken out of town, now I'm of what I'ma do when I got to get high, not to
fuck around when it to the herb, I splurge, anything ain't gone cut it, I
got paid with a pocket full of money and today I ain't 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, I can't get high, and this here ain't how I
ride, had to and holla at my lil niggaz, petty hustlin and drug peddlin,
twice convicted felon, just to see what he was sellin, it was the brown
with stems, he swore it was the bomb, I was ready to flip but I stayed
calm, copped the 20 and charmed, my momma never said, momma never said
that 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 whole fuckin city, the
weedman, when you need him, I want from my niggaz all around the way,
what's up Big Blood, my homie Big Blood, he just gave me a today, a sack
today, and ooh, even though he yey he, he pulled lil Bizzy to the side,
he said lil you know my lil sister she does braids, my hair must be
fucked up, but it's cool though, ooh, then Bizzy pulled him to the and
hey Big Blood, you got some drugs.......

Hook(Krayzie, Layzie, & Wish)