Luyện nghe bài hát Cicagrettes & Liquor

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

One]:
I got twenty little soldiers up in a row
What you want one homie? Man, psst, you go
myself, I might as well kill you
Matter of fact, second thought, go ahead and two
My hands and my breath smellin' like doo doo
A couple years from now I'm gonna sound Guru
I don't know to do
I really to quit
Teeth so yellow could butter up some grits
I can't quit, it's the and fame
The stress and the strain from the 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 yourself slowly and you hope solve 'em
It's in my man, my family tree
My smoke, my father smoke, a canidate for me
My little brother, he smokin' since the fourth grade
a stress blunt, then he chase it with some E&J
Drinkin', smokin' and it stunt your growth
But 6'4" and he's been doin' both
So smoke all you
Go cigarette
And cancer get your ass, don't go like a baby
Cause chemo, man, it ain't no fun
You better get yo ass the or some Nicorette gum

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

[Verse
Now have you been faded, intoxicated
Woke up at the crib and wondered how you it?
Late to the job you so faded
You walk in at and try to masquerade it
Like, "Awe man, I'm feelin' the weather."
But your co-workers laughin' cause all know better
You got a
And shit it ain't
You're not quite drunk, but you ain't sober
Weekend
have ate your Wheaties
Sunday Night Fever gave ass the Bee Gees/B.G.s
Or bubble
all doubled up
Head feelin' like you a Mike Tyson uppercut
You up
Get shit together
You can't keep this bullshit forever
Runnin' to the bathroom every minutes
Every time that you up, you claimin' that you finished
you swear you bout to quit
But as as Friday come
time to get lit
Tequilla shots, lemon drops, dancin' on the table
You when you're really drunk?

When you say not
"I ain't faded, why is trippin'?"
Pulled your pee pee out on the dance floor and pissin'
And you yourself a grown man
You one step away from a twelve step