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
spendin' on
Cigarettes and
Cigarettes and
and liquor
go get yo
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Cigarettes and
Everybody need
Cigarettes and

One]:
I got twenty little soldiers up in a row
What you want one Man, psst, here you go
Killin' myself, I might as kill you
Matter of fact, second thought, go ahead and two
My and my breath smellin' like straight doo doo
A couple years from now I'm gonna like Guru
I know what to do
I really to quit
Teeth so yellow they could up some grits
I can't quit, the celebrity and fame
The stress and the from the whole rap game
Look, I it's lame, but what's your excuse man?
Credit card, rent late, wife 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 smoke, a canidate for me
My brother, he been smokin' since the fourth grade
Smoke a stress blunt, then he chase it some E&J
Drinkin', smokin' and it stunt your growth
But he's 6'4" and been doin' both
So all you want
Go crazy
And cancer get your ass, don't go like a baby
chemo, radiation man, it ain't no fun
You better get yo ass the patch or Nicorette gum

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

Two]:
Now have you ever been faded,
Woke up at the crib and how you made 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 laughin' cause they all know better
You got a
And shit it ain't
You're not quite drunk, but you sho' ain't
warrior
Should have ate your
Sunday Night Fever your ass the Bee Gees/B.G.s
Or guts
all doubled up
Head feelin' you caught a Mike Tyson uppercut
You up
Get your shit
You can't keep this bullshit forever
Runnin' to the every five minutes
Every time that you throw up, you claimin' that you
Then you swear you bout to
But as soon as Friday
It's to get lit
shots, lemon 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 call yourself a man
You one step away from a twelve step