Luyện nghe bài hát Cicagrettes & Liquor

Crackers, beaners, gooks,
we all got in common? Ha!
Cigarettes and
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
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Cigarettes and
spendin' on
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Cigarettes and
go get yo
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Cigarettes and
need they
Cigarettes and

[Verse
I got twenty little lined up in a row
What you want one 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 like Guru
I don't know to do
I really need to
Teeth so they could butter up some grits
I can't quit, the celebrity and fame
The stress and the strain from the whole rap
Look, I know it's lame, but what's your excuse
card, rent late, wife found a new man?
I
We all got our
You yourself 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 brother, he been smokin' since the fourth grade
Smoke a blunt, then he chase it with some E&J
Drinkin', smokin' and it stunt your growth
But he's 6'4" and he's doin' both
So smoke all you
Go cigarette
And cancer get your ass, don't go cryin' like a
Cause chemo, man, it ain't no fun
You better get yo ass the patch or some gum

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

[Verse
Now have you ever faded, intoxicated
Woke up at the crib and how you made it?
Late to the job you so faded
You walk in at and try to masquerade it
Like, "Awe man, I'm under the weather."
But co-workers laughin' cause they all know better
You got a
And shit it over
not quite drunk, but you sho' ain't sober
Weekend
Should ate your Wheaties
Sunday Night Fever gave ass the Bee Gees/B.G.s
Or guts
Stomach all up
Head feelin' like you caught a Mike Tyson
You up
Get your together
You can't keep doin' this bullshit
Runnin' to the bathroom every minutes
Every that you throw 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 when you're really

When you say not
"I ain't faded, why is 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