Luyện nghe bài hát A Million and 1 Buddah Spots

Still down the streets with my hand on my black Tec
My brain is high like New Jersey do car thefts
I'm high, when I sag my two black
I would be but my Karl kani's didn't dry

I smoke the for all you underground chumps
My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked the swamps
So nigga how you a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt
the script on some other shit like how you roll a cut

Now, I smoke the Maui,
Then I'll be back for me, I'm sure, Al B
Go uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the
Keith Murray me at the spot with the bom-ba

Go back to Jerz with Diezel Don
Huh, up a bag from my block, two O's the number
Who can get swift with the mist
Plus I'm crisp like CD's on in 3D

My funk respect it, injected
That cause me to set it off like that club record
Hit it from the back, strapped like two packs of lubricants
gonna hurt, no it's not I got experience
The funk dweller, creeps through cellar
And if your moms know your ass better tell her, like this y'all

Like this y'all, like this y'all 'cause this y'all

There's a million and one spots all over the world
got good herb for all you boys and girls
Which one do you go to?
Which one do you go to?

I'm Buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks
Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come fat
Yo check it, my strip the track butt-naked
the local to the A to the Buddha to my vocals

And I, set the on fire
Get a billion people higher, from just one in my cypher
You swore to God you was mixed in
The rhymer squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee

I spend a at all the Buddha spots
fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks
I set it off jock, I light a for my nigga D
That's doin' three flas, now where I get the at

You fuck with my funk 'cause my funk is kinda abstract
that, my stuff I'm rough like McGruff on dust
There's a million and one spots in America
Yeah, I'm ya

Now just your blunts up in the motherfuckin' air
Smoked out with niggaz from New York to Montclair
I rip the nouns from antonyms to
'Cause I got soul like Brown and Rakim, Rock M&M

One of the America's Blunted
out with MC Eiht and compton most wanted
Ninety degrees, with L.O.D. on the Island
Then back to Stat, to smoke more with the Shaolin

I showed the how to roll a blunt stronger
But it didn't work they lee nails got longer
But the is good for when you're mackin'
And can front it off like they don't know shit that happened
I know what happened, I her, back
Nick that motherfucker so

My stamina, your ass couldn't with cameras
Leave you on your back Godzilla did Gamorrah
Props on blocks smokin' the choc and
I might catch a nickel bag from bus stops