Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

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

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

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

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
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 beer and some naughty
I'll call let him know the plan
And we'll through in the nitrate van
We'll a road trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh yeah X comin' through some freaks from the Bay

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

The bong alcoholics
The bong tokin'
The bong 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, that drink got me on
Ya better sit 'cause you about to spill
Now we approach up on the corner of the party
I'm down a tall one, i get buzzed, a duty
Conversation with the krew, I thought you knew to the brew
Taste that of breeze, Saint your ass is through
Break out the beer man I wanna get faded
'cause out the bottle is just so overrated
Well well well, the 22 and fill it up with Mickeys
Now what's up you drunk bitch? You spillin' on my
boost up the bass, and go easy on the treble
And let 'em all know that we some rebels
With our pants saggin', in our hand
With our saggin', skates in our hand
With our saggin', skates in our hand
Now we're rollin' 3 deep and we don't a damn

Bong alcoholics
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we it
The bong alcoholics
back I'm bout to crack
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 in the rear view mirror
We walked up to the spot, the keg's our
'cause runnin' 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 Saint's drunk as
He was on the table and he started to yell
"All the freaks up in the
Move around and your body
And if down with the boys of P-Town
Lemme see somebody get
Is the west in the house?
Well pick it up, it up, pick it up!"
get naughty they did and these girls start to strip
Started freakin' on my and her boyfriend tried to trip
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 Kottonmouth is what we call it
The tokin' alcoholics
Step I'm bout to crack
it!
The bong tokin'
The bong tokin'
The tokin' alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics