Luyện nghe bài hát G Shit

1]
Adjust my Louie V
up in the spot
As as me and my gang get in
Every nigga I came with, came to chips
On popping and tipping waitresses
G'd up, what you think is?
Put your feet up, this the fast, life speed up
Pop the cork, roll the up
Nowadays fucking with the bar
ain't nothing changed but the horses in my car
Usually ain't into showing hoes I live
But we gon' go to my crib
Be on your toes, your boyfriend that weed on your clothes
He don't know what I did, drop you off at whip
Work by 8, almost 6, plus your nigga
he starting to catch wind
Look at your phone, end
Can't hurt him with what he know
Plus you figure we're grown, come on

Money ain't a
the waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigga that's here with me
That's the kinda I'm on
G-Shit I'm on, I'm on
Got rolling weed
Bitches their hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn my song
I ain't trying fall in with you
Let me fill your cup find our way home

2]
High off the I'm living
Rooftop you need binocular vision
Order a few shots and them that you say you do not do
You probably gonna in
Say it's wrong, I it a statement for the mission
To get you high as you want, break code
Skip the to the front
top down, fire the skunk, soon as the dooby get down
Roll one
Need a couple of you, my brother one
The bitches roll weed, I ain't fucking with them
That's real shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense paid trips
Buy the champagne and spill it, we don't a sip
And you here with me in VIP risk
Home saying shit like "Rose my favorite"
Plus I'm rolling up all this you ever smell
Weed in your hair, weed in your nail, she under a

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