Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now tell me what smoking
kinda heat 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 in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

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

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

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

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat holdin'
Well is your creep move
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 I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all
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 plan in
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

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

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

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