Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

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

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

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

Gettin' bent every is the thing we do
I get up every day in the
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, Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on
up the krew, hook it up. Late."
I hung up with X and gave my a holla
picked up said, "What's up balla?"
Just drop in a dime and him about this party
There'll be a lotta and some naughty hotties
I'll call let him know the plan
And we'll bounce in the nitrate van
We'll take a trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh yeah X comin' through with some from the Bay

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

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

Now we drank up a and said to spark the bowl
Humble Gods on the bumpin' real low
I reach into the back and out the 64
I it to the head 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 one, i get buzzed, a nightly duty
Conversation the krew, I thought you knew to pass the brew
Taste that of breeze, Saint your ass is through
Break out the beer man I wanna get faded
'cause drinkin' out the bottle is so overrated
Well well well, the 22 and fill it up with Mickeys
Now what's up you drunk bitch? You spillin' on my
Well up the bass, and go easy on the treble
And let 'em all know that we some psycho
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
With our saggin', skates in our hand
With our pants saggin', skates in our
Now we're rollin' 3 deep and we don't give a

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

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

I got the blunts and I got the
Daddy X hit and skids in the view mirror
We walked up to the spot, the our destination
'cause runnin' local parties is a occupation
I too ripped, I felt a finger in my back
"Hey I like your shirt", yeah I see it is quite
But no time to mack 'cause drunk as hell
He was on the table and he started to yell
"All the up in the party
Move around and shake body
And if you're with the boys of P-Town
Lemme see get naughty
Is the west coast in the
pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!"
Well get naughty they did and these start to strip
Started freakin' on my 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 his girlie home

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