Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

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

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

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

Gettin' bent every night is the 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
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 up with X and gave my boys a holla
picked up said, "What's up balla?"
Just drop in a dime and him about this party
be a lotta beer and some naughty hotties
I'll call Bobby let him the plan
And we'll bounce in the nitrate van
take a road trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh X comin' through with some freaks from the Bay

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

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

Now we drank up a fifth and said to the bowl
Gods on the radio bumpin' real low
I reach into the back and out the 64
I took it to the like a mothafuckin' pro
Yo, that drink got me on
Ya better sit down 'cause you to spill
Now we approach up on the of the house party
I'm down a one, i get buzzed, a nightly duty
Conversation with the krew, I thought you to pass the brew
that kind of breeze, Saint your ass is through
Break out the beer bong man I get faded
'cause drinkin' out the bottle is just so
Well well well, grab the 22 and fill it up with
Now what's up you drunk You spillin' on my Dickies
Well up the bass, and go easy on the treble
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 tokin'
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we it
The bong tokin'
Step back I'm bout to
it!

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

I got the blunts and I got the
X hit and skids in the rear view mirror
We walked up to the spot, the keg's our
'cause runnin' 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 phat
But no time to mack 'cause drunk as hell
He was standin' on the table and he to yell
"All the freaks up in the
Move around and shake body
And if you're down with the boys of
see somebody get naughty
Is the west coast in the
Well pick it up, pick it up, 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, punk? Let's 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

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