Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

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

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

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

bent every night is the thing 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 stoned
By the way I got the freaks on
Call up the krew, it up. Late."
I hung up with X and gave my a holla
picked up said, "What's up balla?"
Just drop in a dime and tell him about this
There'll be a lotta and some naughty hotties
I'll call Bobby let him the plan
And bounce through in the nitrate van
take a road trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh yeah X through with some freaks from the Bay

tokin' alcoholics
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we it
The bong tokin'
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 said to 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 got me on tilt
Ya better sit 'cause you about to spill
Now we approach up on the of the house party
I'm a tall one, i get buzzed, a nightly duty
Conversation the krew, I thought you knew to pass the brew
Taste that kind of breeze, your ass is through
Break out the bong man I wanna get faded
'cause out the bottle is just so overrated
Well well well, grab the 22 and fill it up Mickeys
Now up you drunk bitch? 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
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 tokin' alcoholics
Step I'm bout to crack
it!

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

I got the and I got the beer
Daddy X hit and skids in the rear view
We up to the spot, the keg's our destination
'cause runnin' 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 phat
But no time to mack 'cause drunk as hell
He was standin' on the and he started to yell
"All the up in the party
Move around and shake body
And if down with the boys of P-Town
Lemme see get naughty
Is the coast in the house?
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 "You talk shit, punk? 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 busted out the _ and took his home

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