Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda y'all holdin'
is your 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 of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

Now me what y'all smoking
What heat y'all holdin'
is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz
We bi-coastin, keeping our bulginh
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns 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, with the
Only way you die if meant to be
You fucking with a
No discussion is the principle we busting the end of you
Now we knocking on your door
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit running from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, gon' 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
the fog dog, the light is your guide
And you're gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat y'all
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, keeping our pockets
We got the plan in
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

but I gotta question 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 heart
Now let's say it all together let the start
I shall, stay real true stay holding figures
Never put a over my niggas
I shall never, cooperate the law
snake me I always hold you down in war
If take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I break the oath to the death I swear
I swear how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's and thugs, though the science
Of a nigga still yet to be
So light up green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda y'all holdin'
is your creep move 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 bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

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

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

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

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