Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

My mission the of the dishin' 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 they baste it in an butter
We've ate it and it's not nature to mother
Generic no other
Man fuck big

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

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

Gettin' 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 hurry up I got a date in a
Well I call my boy X on the shower
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm alone
By the way I got the on wait
up the krew, hook it up. Late."
I up with X and gave 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 beer and some naughty hotties
I'll call let him know the plan
And we'll bounce through in the van
We'll take a trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh X comin' through with some freaks from the Bay

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

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

Now we up a fifth 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 head a mothafuckin' pro
Yo, that drink got me on
Ya sit down 'cause you about to spill
Now we up on the corner of the house party
I'm down a one, i get buzzed, a nightly duty
Conversation with the krew, I thought you to pass the brew
Taste that kind of breeze, Saint your ass is
Break out the beer man I wanna get faded
'cause drinkin' out the bottle is so overrated
Well well well, grab the 22 and it up with Mickeys
Now what's up you drunk You spillin' on my Dickies
Well boost up the bass, and go easy on the
And let 'em all know that we some psycho
With our pants saggin', in our hand
With our pants saggin', skates in our
With our saggin', skates in our hand
Now rollin' 3 deep and we don't give a damn

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

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

I got the and I got the beer
Daddy X hit and skids in the rear view
We walked up to the spot, the our destination
runnin' local parties is a nightly occupation
I feel too ripped, I felt a finger in my
"Hey I like your shirt", yeah I see it is quite
But no time to 'cause Saint's drunk as hell
He was standin' on the table and he to yell
"All the freaks up in the
Move around and your body
And if you're down with the of P-Town
see somebody get naughty
Is the coast in the house?
pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!"
Well get they did and these girls start to strip
Started freakin' on my shit and her boyfriend tried to
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 his girlie home

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