Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

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

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

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

Gettin' 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 hurry up I got a in a hour
Well I call my boy X on the 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 my boys a holla
D-loc up said, "What's up balla?"
Just in a dime and tell him about this party
be a lotta beer and some naughty hotties
I'll Bobby 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 freaks the Bay

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

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

Now we drank up a fifth and said to spark the
Humble Gods on the radio 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 better sit down 'cause you to spill
Now we approach up on the corner of the house
I'm a tall 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
Break out the bong man I wanna get faded
drinkin' out the bottle is just so overrated
Well well well, grab the 22 and fill it up Mickeys
Now what's up you drunk You spillin' on my Dickies
Well boost up the bass, and go on the treble
And let 'em all know that we some psycho
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
With our pants saggin', in our hand
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
Now rollin' 3 deep and we don't give a damn

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

The tokin' alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics
The bong alcoholics
The tokin' 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' local is a nightly occupation
I feel too ripped, I felt a in my back
"Hey I like your shirt", yeah I see it is phat
But no time to 'cause Saint's drunk as hell
He was standin' on the and he started to yell
"All the freaks up in the
Move around and shake body
And if down with 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 to strip
Started freakin' on my shit and her boyfriend tried to
I said "You talk shit, punk? Let's outside"
He put his up, I put em on his eye
He got a left to the cheek, skateboard to the
I busted out the _ and took his home

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