Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

My mission the commission of the out for facts
'cause when I'm dimin' my never slacks, never lacks
So get to the basics and face it
The American dream ain't it seems
With lies they've it
you taste it?
See baste it in an imitation butter
ate it and realized it's not nature to mother
Generic like no
Man fuck big

The Kottonmouth King
Are you or somethin'?
Are you blind to the
You that this system
That this society sees any other other than green?
Well all slave driven'
The illusion of ownership in
Properting is
How we ?

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

Gettin' bent night is the thing we do
I get up day in the afternoon
I out the bed on the way to the shower
I gotta hurry up I got a date in a
I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned
By the way I got the on wait
up the krew, hook it up. Late."
I hung up with X and gave my boys a
D-loc 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 call Bobby let him 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

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

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

Now we drank up a fifth and to spark the bowl
Gods on the radio 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 down you about to spill
Now we approach up on the corner of the party
I'm down a one, i get buzzed, a nightly duty
with the krew, I thought you knew to pass the brew
Taste that kind of breeze, Saint ass is through
out the beer bong man I wanna get faded
'cause drinkin' out the bottle is so overrated
Well well well, grab the 22 and fill it up with
Now what's up you drunk bitch? You on my Dickies
Well up the bass, and go easy on the treble
And let 'em all know that we psycho rebels
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
With our pants saggin', in our hand
With our pants saggin', in our hand
Now rollin' 3 deep and we don't give a damn

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

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

I got the and I got the beer
Daddy X hit and in the rear view mirror
We walked up to the spot, the our destination
'cause runnin' local is a nightly occupation
I feel too ripped, I felt a in my back
"Hey I your shirt", yeah I see it is quite phat
But no time to mack 'cause Saint's drunk as
He was standin' on the 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
see somebody get naughty
Is the west coast in the
Well it up, pick it up, pick it up!"
Well get naughty they did and these girls to strip
Started freakin' on my shit and her 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

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