Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

My mission the of the dishin' out for facts
'cause when I'm dimin' my rhymin' slacks, never lacks
So get back to the basics and it
The dream 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 not nature to mother
like no other
Man big brother

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

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

Gettin' every night is the thing we do
I get up day in the afternoon
I crawl out the bed on the way to the
I hurry 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 up with X and gave my boys a holla
picked up said, "What's up balla?"
Just drop in a dime and tell him about this
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 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 bout to
it!

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

Now we drank up a fifth and said to the bowl
Humble Gods on the radio bumpin' low
I reach the back and pull out the 64
I took it to the head like a pro
Yo, that got me on tilt
Ya better sit 'cause you about to spill
Now we up on the corner of the house party
I'm a tall one, i get buzzed, a nightly duty
Conversation with the krew, I thought you knew to the brew
Taste that of breeze, Saint your ass is through
Break out the beer bong man I get faded
'cause drinkin' out the bottle is so overrated
well well, grab the 22 and fill it up with Mickeys
Now what's up you bitch? You spillin' on my Dickies
boost up the bass, and go easy on the treble
And let 'em all know that we some psycho
With our pants saggin', in our hand
With our saggin', skates in our hand
With our pants saggin', in our hand
Now we're rollin' 3 and we don't give a damn

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

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

I got the blunts and I got the
Daddy X hit and skids in the rear view
We up to the spot, the keg's our destination
runnin' local parties is a nightly occupation
I too ripped, I felt a finger in my back
"Hey I your shirt", yeah I see it is quite phat
But no to mack 'cause Saint's drunk as hell
He was standin' on the table and he started to
"All the freaks up in the
Move around and shake your
And if down 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
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 to the cheek, skateboard to the dome
I busted out the _ and took his girlie

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