Luyện nghe bài hát Cicagrettes & Liquor

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

[Verse
I got twenty little lined up in a row
What you one homie? Man, psst, here you go
Killin' myself, I might as kill you
Matter of fact, second thought, go ahead and two
My hands and my breath like straight doo doo
A couple from now I'm gonna sound like Guru
I don't what to do
I really need to
Teeth so they 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 it's lame, but what's excuse man?
Credit card, rent late, found a new man?
I
We all got our
You kill yourself slowly and you hope that'll 'em
It's in my man, my family tree
My mother smoke, my smoke, a canidate for me
My little brother, he been smokin' since the fourth
Smoke a stress blunt, he chase it with some E&J
Drinkin', smokin' and it might your growth
But he's 6'4" and he's been doin'
So smoke all you
Go cigarette
And cancer get your ass, don't go cryin' a baby
Cause chemo, radiation man, it no fun
You better get yo ass the or some Nicorette gum

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

Two]:
Now have you ever been faded,
Woke up at the crib and wondered how you it?
Late to the job you so faded
You walk in at noon and try to it
Like, "Awe man, I'm under 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 sho' sober
Weekend
Should ate your Wheaties
Sunday Fever gave your ass the Bee Gees/B.G.s
Or guts
all doubled up
Head feelin' you caught a Mike Tyson uppercut
You up
Get shit together
You can't doin' this bullshit forever
Runnin' to the bathroom five minutes
Every time that you throw up, you claimin' that you
Then you swear you bout to
But as as Friday come
time to get lit
Tequilla shots, drops, dancin' on the table tops
You when you're really drunk?

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