Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now we drank up a and said to spark the bowl
Humble Gods on the radio bumpin' low
I reach the back and pull out the 64
I took it to the like a mothafuckin' pro
Yo, drink got me on tilt
Ya better sit down 'cause you to spill
Now we approach up on the corner of the party
I'm down a tall one, i get buzzed, a nightly
Conversation the krew, I thought you knew to pass the brew
Taste that 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 well, grab the 22 and fill it up with
Now what's up you drunk You spillin' on my Dickies
Well up the bass, and go easy on the treble
And let 'em all know that we psycho rebels
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
With our pants saggin', skates in our
With our saggin', skates in our hand
Now we're 3 deep and we don't give a damn

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

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

I got the blunts and I got the
Daddy X hit and skids in the rear view
We walked up to the spot, the keg's our
'cause local parties is a nightly occupation
I feel too ripped, I felt a in my back
"Hey I like your shirt", yeah I see it is quite
But no time to mack 'cause Saint's drunk as
He was standin' on the table and he to yell
"All the up in the party
Move around and shake body
And if down with the boys of P-Town
see somebody get naughty
Is the west in the house?
Well it up, pick it up, pick it up!"
Well get naughty they did and girls start to strip
freakin' on my shit and her boyfriend tried to trip
I said "You talk shit, punk? step outside"
He put his up, I put em on his eye
He got a to the cheek, skateboard to the dome
I busted out the _ and took his girlie

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