Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

My mission the of the dishin' out for facts
'cause when I'm dimin' my never slacks, never lacks
So get to the basics and face it
The American ain't what it seems
With lies laced it
Can't you it?
See they baste it in an imitation
We've ate it and realized not nature to mother
Generic no other
Man big brother

The King Klick
Are you or somethin'?
Are you blind to the
You think this system
That this society sees any other color other green?
it's all slave driven'
The of ownership in America
Properting is
How we ?

The bong alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin'
The tokin' alcoholics

bent every night is the thing we do
I get up day in the afternoon
I crawl out the bed on the way to the
I gotta up I got a date in a hour
Well I my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned
By the way I got the on wait
up the krew, hook it up. Late."
I hung up with X and my boys a holla
D-loc up said, "What's up balla?"
Just drop in a dime and tell him this party
There'll be a lotta and some naughty hotties
I'll call let him know the plan
And bounce through in the nitrate van
take a road trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh yeah X comin' through with freaks from the Bay

Bong alcoholics
The Kottonmouth is what we call it
The bong alcoholics
Step I'm bout to crack
it!

The tokin' alcoholics
The bong alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin'

Now we drank up a fifth and said to spark the
Humble on the radio bumpin' real low
I reach into the and pull out the 64
I it to the head like a mothafuckin' pro
Yo, that drink got me on
Ya better sit down 'cause you about to
Now we approach up on the corner of the party
I'm down a one, i get buzzed, a nightly duty
Conversation with the krew, I thought you knew to pass the
Taste kind of breeze, Saint your ass is through
Break out the beer bong man I get faded
'cause drinkin' out the is just so overrated
well well, grab the 22 and fill it up with Mickeys
Now what's up you drunk bitch? You on my Dickies
Well boost up the bass, and go easy on the
And let 'em all know that we some rebels
With our saggin', skates in our hand
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
With our pants saggin', in our hand
Now we're 3 deep and we don't give a damn

tokin' alcoholics
The tilt is what we call it
The tokin' alcoholics
Step back I'm bout to
it!

The bong tokin'
The bong tokin'
The tokin' alcoholics
The bong alcoholics..

I got the blunts and I got the
Daddy X hit and skids in the rear mirror
We up to the spot, the keg's our destination
'cause runnin' local parties is a nightly
I feel too ripped, I felt a in my back
"Hey I like shirt", yeah I see it is quite phat
But no time to mack Saint's drunk as hell
He was standin' on the and he started to yell
"All the freaks up in the
Move around and shake your
And if you're down the boys of P-Town
Lemme see get naughty
Is the west in the house?
Well it up, pick it up, pick it up!"
Well get naughty did and these girls start to strip
Started freakin' on my and her boyfriend tried to trip
I said "You talk shit, punk? Let's outside"
He put his up, I put em on his eye
He got a left to the cheek, skateboard to the
I busted out the _ and took his home

Bong alcoholics
The Kottonmouth is what we call it
The tokin' alcoholics
back I'm bout to crack
it!
The bong alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics