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

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

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

My smoke with one lung
If he cough he die, passing me trees
The liquor bottle's almost
We about to collide, the enemy
Only way you die if it's to be
You with a general
No discussion is the principle we busting the end of you
Now we on your mama door
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit horse running your body 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 fate, this is your wake
by your casket, spit in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is your
And when you're gone all your niggas gon' light it Nas

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda 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, 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 question of life now
Look at the next to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like this niggas right in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over your
Now let's say it all let the ceremony start
I shall, stay real stay true stay holding
Never put a bitch over my
I shall never, with the law
Never snake me I always hold you in war
If they one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never the oath to the death I swear
I that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's killers and thugs, though the
Of a nigga still yet to be
So light up some green, and pass it (just pass it around)

Now me what y'all smoking
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is your creep potent
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 in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

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

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

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