Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

My the commission of the dishin' out for facts
'cause when I'm dimin' my rhymin' never slacks, never
So get back to the basics and it
The American dream what it seems
With lies they've it
Can't you it?
See they it in an imitation butter
We've ate it and realized not nature to mother
Generic like no
Man big brother

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

The bong alcoholics
The bong alcoholics
The bong 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 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
up the krew, hook it up. Late."
I hung up X and gave my boys a holla
picked up said, "What's up balla?"
Just in a dime and tell him about this party
be a lotta beer and some naughty hotties
I'll call let him know the plan
And we'll bounce in the nitrate van
We'll take a trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh yeah X comin' through with freaks from the Bay

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

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

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

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

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

I got the blunts and I got the
Daddy X hit and skids in the rear view
We walked up to the spot, the our destination
'cause local parties is a nightly occupation
I too ripped, I felt a finger in my back
"Hey I like your shirt", yeah I see it is quite
But no time to mack 'cause Saint's drunk as
He was standin' on the and he started to yell
"All the up in the party
Move around and shake your
And if down 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 they did and these girls start to strip
Started freakin' on my and her boyfriend tried to trip
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 tokin'
The Kottonmouth is what we call it
The bong alcoholics
Step back I'm bout to
it!
The bong alcoholics
The bong tokin'
The bong alcoholics
The bong tokin'