Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

My mission the of the dishin' out for facts
'cause when I'm my rhymin' never slacks, never lacks
So get back to the and face it
The American dream ain't what it
lies they've laced it
Can't you it?
See they baste it in an imitation
We've ate it and realized it's not nature to
like no other
Man fuck big

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

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

Gettin' bent every night is the we do
I get up day in the afternoon
I crawl out the bed on the way to the
I hurry up I got a date in a hour
Well I my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm alone
By the way I got the on wait
Call up the krew, it up. Late."
I hung up with X and gave my 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 Bobby let him know the
And we'll bounce in the nitrate van
We'll 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 to crack
it!

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

Now we drank up a fifth and said to spark the
Humble Gods on the radio bumpin' low
I reach into the and pull out the 64
I it to the head like a mothafuckin' pro
Yo, drink got me on tilt
Ya better sit down you about to spill
Now we up on the corner of the house party
I'm down a tall one, i get buzzed, a duty
Conversation with the krew, I thought you knew to pass the
that 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 well, grab the 22 and fill it up Mickeys
Now up you drunk bitch? You spillin' on my Dickies
boost up the bass, and go easy on the treble
And let 'em all know we some psycho rebels
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
With our pants saggin', skates in our
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
Now we're rollin' 3 deep and we give a damn

tokin' alcoholics
The Kottonmouth tilt is we call it
The bong tokin'
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 view
We up to the spot, the keg's our destination
runnin' local parties is a nightly occupation
I too ripped, I felt a finger in my back
"Hey I like your shirt", I see it is quite phat
But no time to mack 'cause drunk as hell
He was standin' on the and he started to yell
"All the up in the party
Move around and shake body
And if down with the boys of P-Town
Lemme see somebody get
Is the west coast in the
pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!"
Well get naughty did and these girls start to strip
Started freakin' on my shit and her boyfriend tried to
I said "You talk shit, Let's step outside"
He put his up, I put em on his eye
He got a left to the cheek, skateboard to the
I out the _ and took his girlie home

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