Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman
(To the Gods, to the Gods, to the Earths)
Pass that shit

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz
We bi-coastin, our pockets bulging
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

Zoom, from outer he comes
Blunt in his mouth with his on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and guys
Actor or a movie star, revolutionized
What is his nation or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian they
Magazines say I on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, stepped on
But in reality, I just entered galaxy
September '73, up in these streets
Fuckin wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em my clothes

Now tell me y'all smoking
What kinda y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz
We bi-coastin, our pockets bulginh
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

My nigga smoke with one
If he cough he might die, passing me
The liquor bottle's almost
We about to collide, the enemy
Only way you die if it's to be
You fucking a general
No discussion is the we busting it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your mama
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, coming for you
Spirit horse running from your like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, who's win?
The hands of time, or the of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is wake
Walk by your casket, in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is your
And when you're gone all niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what y'all
What heat y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, our pockets bulging
We got the plan in
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Pardon but I gotta question of now
Look at the nigga next to you now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like this right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it your heart
Now let's say it all let the ceremony start
I shall, real stay true stay holding figures
Never put a bitch over my
I shall never, cooperate the law
Never snake me I hold you down in war
If they one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never the oath to the death I swear
I swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the
Of underworld's killers and thugs, the science
Of a still yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it around (just it around)

Now tell me what y'all
What heat y'all holdin'
Well is creep move potent
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our bulging
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

Want to get high, come with me
Smoke me, light it up

to get high, come smoke with me
Smoke me, light it up

Want to get high, come smoke me
Smoke me, light it up

Want to get high, come smoke me
Smoke me, light it up