Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

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

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

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

Gettin' bent every night is the we do
I get up every day in the
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 phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm alone
By the way I got the freaks on
Call up the krew, it up. Late."
I hung up X and gave my boys a holla
D-loc up said, "What's up balla?"
Just in a dime and tell him about this party
There'll be a lotta beer and some hotties
I'll Bobby let him know the plan
And we'll through in the nitrate van
We'll take a trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh yeah X comin' through with some from the Bay

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

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

Now we drank up a fifth and to spark the bowl
Humble Gods on the radio real low
I reach the back and pull out the 64
I it to the head like a mothafuckin' pro
Yo, drink got me on tilt
Ya better sit down 'cause you to spill
Now we approach up on the corner of the house
I'm down a tall one, i get buzzed, a duty
Conversation the krew, I thought you knew to pass 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, grab the 22 and fill it up with Mickeys
Now up you drunk bitch? You spillin' on my Dickies
Well up the bass, and go easy on the treble
And let 'em all know we some psycho rebels
With our pants saggin', skates in our
With our pants saggin', skates in our
With our saggin', skates in our hand
Now we're rollin' 3 deep and we don't a damn

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

The bong alcoholics
The bong alcoholics
The bong alcoholics
The bong alcoholics..

I got the blunts and I got the
Daddy X hit and skids in the rear mirror
We walked up to the spot, the keg's our
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 mack 'cause Saint's as hell
He was on the table and he started to yell
"All the up in the party
Move around and shake body
And if you're down with the of P-Town
Lemme see get naughty
Is the coast in the house?
pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!"
Well get naughty they did and these girls start to
Started on my shit and her boyfriend tried to trip
I "You talk shit, punk? Let's step outside"
He put his up, I put em on his eye
He got a to the cheek, skateboard to the dome
I out the _ and took his girlie home

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