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 back to the basics and it
The American dream ain't it seems
lies they've laced it
Can't you it?
See baste it in an imitation butter
We've ate it and it's not nature to mother
like no other
Man fuck big

The Kottonmouth King
Are you blind or
Are you to the fact
You think that system
That this society any other color other than green?
Well it's all slave
The illusion of ownership in
is theft
How we ?

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

Gettin' bent night is the thing we do
I get up every day in the
I out the bed on the way to the shower
I hurry up I got a date in a hour
Well I call my boy X on the shower
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned
By the way I got the on wait
Call up the krew, it up. Late."
I hung up X and gave my boys a holla
picked up said, "What's up balla?"
Just drop in a dime and tell him about this
There'll be a beer and some naughty hotties
I'll call Bobby let him the plan
And we'll bounce in the nitrate van
We'll a road trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh yeah X comin' through with freaks from the Bay

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

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

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

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

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

I got the and I got the beer
Daddy X hit and in the rear view mirror
We walked up to the spot, the our destination
'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 drunk as hell
He was standin' on the table and he started to
"All the freaks up in the
Move and shake your body
And if you're with the boys of P-Town
Lemme see get naughty
Is the west coast in the
Well it up, pick it up, pick it up!"
Well get naughty they did and girls start to strip
Started freakin' on my shit and her tried to trip
I "You talk shit, punk? Let's step outside"
He put his up, I put em on his eye
He got a to the cheek, skateboard to the dome
I out the _ and took his girlie home

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