Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

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

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

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

bent every 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 up I got a date in a hour
Well I my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the on wait
up the krew, hook it up. Late."
I hung up with X and gave my a holla
D-loc 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 call let him know the plan
And we'll through in the nitrate van
We'll a road trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh yeah X comin' through with some from the Bay

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

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

Now we drank up a fifth and said to spark the
Humble Gods on the radio real low
I into the back and pull out the 64
I took it to the head a mothafuckin' pro
Yo, that 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 thought you knew to the brew
Taste that kind of breeze, Saint ass is through
Break out the beer man I wanna 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 bitch? You on my Dickies
Well boost up the bass, and go easy on the
And let 'em all know that we some rebels
With our pants saggin', in our hand
With our pants saggin', in our hand
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
Now we're 3 deep and we don't give a damn

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

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

I got the and I got the beer
Daddy X hit and skids in the rear view
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 shirt", yeah I see it is quite phat
But no to mack 'cause Saint's drunk as hell
He was on the table and he started to yell
"All the up in the party
around and shake your body
And if you're down the boys of P-Town
see somebody get naughty
Is the west in the house?
Well pick it up, it up, pick it up!"
Well get naughty they did and these girls start to
Started freakin' on my shit and her boyfriend tried to
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 his girlie home

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