Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

My mission the commission of the dishin' out for
'cause I'm dimin' my rhymin' never slacks, never lacks
So get back to the and face it
The dream ain't what it seems
With lies 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 like no
Man fuck big

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

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

Gettin' bent 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 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
up the krew, hook it up. Late."
I hung up with X and gave my boys a
picked up said, "What's up balla?"
Just drop in a and tell 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 through in the van
We'll take a trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh yeah X through with some freaks from the Bay

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

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

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

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

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

I got the and I got the beer
Daddy X hit and skids in the view mirror
We walked up to the spot, the our destination
'cause runnin' local 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 'cause Saint's drunk as hell
He was standin' on the and he started to yell
"All the freaks up in the
Move around and shake your
And if down with the boys of P-Town
Lemme see somebody get
Is the west coast in the
Well it up, pick it up, pick it up!"
Well get naughty they did and these girls start to
freakin' on my shit 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 tilt is what we call it
The bong alcoholics
Step back I'm to crack
it!
The bong tokin'
The bong tokin'
The bong alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics