Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda y'all holdin'
Well is creep move 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 plan in
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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