Luyện nghe bài hát Cicagrettes & Liquor

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

[Verse
I got twenty soldiers lined up in a row
What you one homie? Man, psst, here you go
Killin' myself, I might as well you
Matter of fact, second thought, go ahead and two
My and my breath smellin' like straight doo doo
A couple from now I'm gonna sound like Guru
I don't what to do
I need to quit
so yellow they could butter up some grits
I can't quit, the celebrity and fame
The stress and the strain the whole rap game
Look, I know it's lame, but what's your man?
Credit card, rent late, wife a new man?
I
We all got our
You kill yourself and you hope that'll solve 'em
in my genes 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 might stunt growth
But he's 6'4" and he's been both
So all you want
Go crazy
And cancer get your ass, go cryin' like a baby
Cause chemo, man, it ain't no fun
You better get yo ass the patch or Nicorette gum

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

[Verse
Now you ever been faded, intoxicated
up at the crib and wondered how you made it?
Late to the job cause you so
You walk in at noon and try to it
Like, "Awe man, I'm feelin' the weather."
But your co-workers cause they all know better
You got a
And shit it ain't
You're not quite drunk, but you sho' sober
Weekend
Should ate your Wheaties
Night 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 shit together
You can't keep doin' this forever
Runnin' to the bathroom every minutes
time that you throw up, you claimin' that you finished
Then you swear you bout to
But as soon as come
It's to get lit
Tequilla shots, lemon drops, dancin' on the tops
You know when you're drunk?

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