Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

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

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

The bong alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics
The tokin' 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 gotta up I got a date in a hour
Well I call my boy X on the 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 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 party
There'll be a lotta and some naughty hotties
I'll call Bobby let him the plan
And we'll through in the nitrate van
We'll a road trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh yeah X through with some freaks from the Bay

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

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

Now we drank up a fifth and to spark the bowl
Humble Gods on the bumpin' real low
I reach into the back and out the 64
I took it to the head like a pro
Yo, that got me on tilt
Ya sit down 'cause you about to spill
Now we up on the corner of the house party
I'm down a one, i get buzzed, a nightly duty
Conversation with the krew, I thought you knew to pass the
Taste that kind of breeze, your ass is through
Break out the beer bong man I wanna get
'cause out the bottle is just so overrated
Well well well, the 22 and fill it up with Mickeys
Now what's up you drunk bitch? You on my Dickies
boost up the bass, and go easy on the treble
And let 'em all know that we psycho rebels
With our saggin', skates in our hand
With our pants saggin', skates in our
With our saggin', skates in our hand
Now we're rollin' 3 deep and we give a damn

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

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

I got the and I got the beer
Daddy X hit and skids in the rear mirror
We up to the spot, the keg's our destination
'cause runnin' parties is a nightly occupation
I feel too ripped, I felt a finger in my
"Hey I like your shirt", I see it is quite phat
But no time to mack Saint's drunk as hell
He was on the table and he started to yell
"All the freaks up in the
around and shake your body
And if you're with the boys of P-Town
Lemme see get naughty
Is the coast in the house?
Well pick it up, pick it up, it up!"
Well get naughty they did and girls start to strip
Started freakin' on my shit and her boyfriend tried to
I said "You talk shit, 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 is what we call it
The tokin' alcoholics
Step back I'm bout to
it!
The bong alcoholics
The bong tokin'
The tokin' alcoholics
The bong alcoholics