Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

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

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

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

bent every night is the thing we do
I get up every day in the
I out the bed on the way to the shower
I gotta up I got a date 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 with X and gave my a holla
picked up said, "What's up balla?"
Just drop in a dime and him about this party
There'll be a lotta beer and naughty hotties
I'll Bobby let him know the plan
And we'll bounce through in the van
We'll a road trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh X comin' through with some freaks from the Bay

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

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

Now we drank up a fifth and to spark the bowl
Humble Gods on the bumpin' real low
I reach into the back and out the 64
I took it to the head like a pro
Yo, drink got me on tilt
Ya better sit 'cause you about to spill
Now we approach up on the corner of the house
I'm a tall one, i get buzzed, a nightly duty
Conversation with the krew, I you knew to pass the brew
that kind of breeze, Saint your ass is through
Break out the beer bong man I wanna get
'cause drinkin' out the bottle is just so
Well well well, 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 saggin', skates in our hand
With our saggin', skates in our hand
With our pants saggin', skates in our
Now rollin' 3 deep and we don't give a damn

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

The bong alcoholics
The bong alcoholics
The bong tokin'
The tokin' 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 our destination
'cause runnin' local parties is a occupation
I feel too ripped, I felt a in my back
"Hey I like your shirt", I see it is quite phat
But no time to mack 'cause Saint's as hell
He was standin' on the and he started to yell
"All the up in the party
Move and shake your body
And if you're 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 shit and her boyfriend tried to
I said "You talk shit, 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 Kottonmouth tilt is what we it
The bong tokin'
Step back I'm bout to
it!
The tokin' alcoholics
The bong alcoholics
The bong alcoholics
The bong tokin'