Luyện nghe bài hát Cicagrettes & Liquor

Crackers, beaners, gooks,
What we all got in Ha!
and liquor
The cancer might kill ya or of the liver
But we keep spendin' on cigarettes and liquor
and liquor
Cigarettes and
Run out and get yo
Cigarettes and
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Everybody's on
and liquor
Cigarettes and
and liquor
go get yo
Cigarettes and
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Everybody they
Cigarettes and

One]:
I got twenty little lined up in a row
What you one homie? Man, psst, here you go
myself, I might as well kill you
Matter of fact, second thought, go and take two
My hands and my smellin' like straight doo doo
A couple years from now I'm gonna sound Guru
I don't what to do
I need to quit
Teeth so yellow could butter up some grits
I quit, it's the celebrity and fame
The stress and the strain the whole rap game
Look, I know lame, but what's your excuse man?
Credit card, rent late, found a new man?
I
We all got our
You kill slowly and you hope that'll solve 'em
It's in my genes man, my tree
My smoke, my father smoke, a canidate for me
My little brother, he been smokin' since the grade
Smoke a stress blunt, then he it with some E&J
Drinkin', smokin' and it stunt your growth
But he's 6'4" and he's doin' both
So all you want
Go crazy
And get your ass, don't go cryin' like a baby
Cause chemo, radiation man, it no fun
You better get yo ass the patch or some gum

Crackers, beaners, gooks,
we all got in common? Ha!
Cigarettes and
The might kill ya or sclerosis of the liver
But we keep spendin' on cigarettes and liquor
and liquor
Cigarettes and
Run out and get yo
and liquor
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Everybody's on
and liquor
Cigarettes and
and liquor
go get yo
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Cigarettes and
need they
Cigarettes and

Two]:
Now you ever been faded, intoxicated
Woke up at the and wondered how you made it?
Late to the job you so faded
You in at noon and try to masquerade it
Like, "Awe man, I'm feelin' the weather."
But your co-workers laughin' cause they all better
You got a
And shit it ain't
You're not quite drunk, but you sho' ain't
Weekend
Should have ate Wheaties
Sunday Fever gave your ass the Bee Gees/B.G.s
Or bubble
Stomach all up
Head feelin' like you caught a Mike Tyson
You up
Get your together
You can't doin' this bullshit forever
Runnin' to the every five minutes
Every time that you up, you claimin' that you finished
Then you you bout to quit
But as soon as come
It's to get lit
Tequilla shots, lemon drops, on the table tops
You know you're really drunk?

When you say not
"I faded, why is everybody trippin'?"
Pulled your pee pee out on the floor and started pissin'
And you call yourself a man
You one step away from a step program