Luyện nghe bài hát Cicagrettes & Liquor

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
and liquor
Cigarettes and
Run out and get yo
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Cigarettes and
Everybody's on
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Cigarettes and
go get yo
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Cigarettes and
need they
Cigarettes and

One]:
I got twenty little lined up in a row
What you want one Man, psst, here you go
Killin' myself, I as well kill you
Matter of fact, second thought, go and take two
My hands and my breath smellin' straight doo doo
A couple from now I'm gonna sound like Guru
I don't what to do
I really to quit
so yellow 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 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
in my genes man, my family tree
My mother smoke, my father smoke, a 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 might stunt growth
But he's 6'4" and he's been both
So smoke all you
Go crazy
And cancer get ass, don't 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 might kill ya or of the liver
But we still spendin' on cigarettes and liquor
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
and liquor
Cigarettes and
need they
Cigarettes and

[Verse
Now have you ever been faded,
up at the crib and wondered how you made it?
Late to the job cause you so
You walk in at and try to masquerade it
Like, "Awe man, I'm under 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 your
Sunday Night gave your ass the Bee Gees/B.G.s
Or guts
Stomach all up
Head feelin' like you caught a Mike uppercut
You up
Get your shit
You can't keep doin' this bullshit
Runnin' to the bathroom every five
Every time that you throw up, you claimin' you finished
Then you swear you bout to
But as soon as come
It's to get lit
Tequilla shots, drops, dancin' on the table tops
You when you're really drunk?

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