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 back to the 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
Generic like no
Man big brother

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

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

Gettin' bent 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 hurry up I got a date in a
I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on
Call up the krew, it up. Late."
I hung up with X and gave my a holla
picked up said, "What's up balla?"
Just drop in a dime and tell him this party
There'll be a lotta beer and some hotties
I'll call Bobby let him the plan
And we'll bounce in the nitrate van
We'll take a trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh yeah X through with some freaks from the Bay

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

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

Now we drank up a fifth and said to the bowl
Humble Gods on the bumpin' real low
I reach into the and pull out the 64
I took it to the head a mothafuckin' pro
Yo, that got me on tilt
Ya sit down 'cause you about to spill
Now we approach up on the of the house party
I'm down a tall one, i get buzzed, a duty
Conversation with the krew, I thought you knew to pass the
Taste kind of breeze, Saint your ass is through
Break out the bong man I wanna get faded
drinkin' out the bottle is just so overrated
Well well well, the 22 and fill it up with Mickeys
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 know we some psycho rebels
With our pants saggin', in our hand
With our pants saggin', in our hand
With our saggin', skates in our hand
Now we're rollin' 3 deep and we give a damn

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

The bong 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 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 shirt", yeah I see it is quite phat
But no to mack 'cause Saint's drunk as hell
He was standin' on the and he started to yell
"All the freaks up in the
Move and shake your body
And if down with the boys of P-Town
Lemme see somebody get
Is the west in the house?
Well it up, pick it up, pick it up!"
Well get naughty they did and these start to strip
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 tokin'
The Kottonmouth is what we call it
The bong alcoholics
Step I'm bout to crack
it!
The bong alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin'