Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

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

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

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

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 hurry up I got a date in a hour
I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm alone
By the way I got the on wait
Call up the krew, it up. Late."
I hung up with X and my boys a holla
picked up said, "What's up balla?"
Just drop in a dime and tell him this party
There'll be a lotta beer and some hotties
call Bobby 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 comin' through with some freaks the Bay

Bong tokin'
The Kottonmouth tilt is we call it
The tokin' 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 and said to spark the bowl
Humble Gods on the bumpin' real low
I reach into the and pull out the 64
I took it to the head like a pro
Yo, drink got me on tilt
Ya better sit down 'cause you about to
Now we approach up on the of the house party
I'm down a tall one, i get buzzed, a nightly
Conversation with the krew, I you knew to pass the brew
Taste that kind of breeze, Saint your ass is
out the beer bong man I wanna get faded
'cause out the bottle is just so overrated
Well well well, grab the 22 and fill it up with
Now what's up you bitch? You spillin' on my Dickies
Well up the bass, and go easy on the treble
And let 'em all that we some psycho rebels
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
With our pants saggin', skates in our
With our pants saggin', in our hand
Now rollin' 3 deep and we don't give a damn

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

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

I got the blunts and I got the
Daddy X hit and skids in the view mirror
We walked up to the spot, the 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 on the table and he started to yell
"All the up in the party
Move around and shake your
And if you're with the boys of P-Town
see somebody get naughty
Is the coast in the house?
Well pick it up, it up, pick it up!"
Well get naughty they did and these girls to strip
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, to the dome
I busted out the _ and his girlie home

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