Luyện nghe bài hát For Old Times Sake

evening!
This is your fucking captain
We soon be reaching an altitude of four million and a half feet
That's eight miles in the sky
Please, your seat belt for takeoff
You are now free to smoke the cabin

I'm Dre from back in the day
NWA from black and the from
Choking a to smacking her face from
Stacking up to
Racking their kegs up
a bitch to
Stacking them up
I'm still
And I'm back with a
And we was happening and rapping and at me
for us competition
Faggot, ain't none

of the devil
It's of the rain man
in hand, blood stain on my apron
Soon as the blade spun run, they run away
Who wanna play
No one is from
In search of a surgeon
A one
Wait, the day ain't man
urgent
I one
Two boxes of and a paint gun
And an squirt gun to spray A-1

So one time for old time's sake
Dre, drop that and scratch that brake
Now just blow a little bit of that my way
And go
You are now with the best (the best)
I said one time for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat and that brake
Now just send a little bit of that my way
And go
You are now smoking the best (the best)

Smoke signal in the sky like wireless
A environment
Surprised, entirely hypnotized by the I surround the hydrants
Taking lives of
Say goodbye, I am again
wives and Vicadin
Before I begin to get so pussy boy, I could spin
Fin, fin
Fuck the handle I fly off the
Let boy off the bench, coach and throw it to him
There he goes in his trench coat, no again
Baby, make us French toast and show us some skin
I you every inch grows of my foreskin
Show me I pinch, throw up, and throw up a ten
Now you know a sin to tease, blow us again
The of intercourse, if it's forced, it's him
Don't fight the feeling if you're feeling the within
And when you up in the morning next to the porcelain

So one time for old time's sake
Dre, drop beat and scratch that brake
Now just blow a little bit of smoke my way
And go
You are now smoking with the (the best)
I said one more time for old sake
Dre, that beat and scratch that brake
Now just send a bit of that smoke my way
And go
You are now smoking with the (the best)

Now where there's smoke, there's
Where there's fire, flames
Where there's flames, there's
you high or you ain't
I got no for no games

Nah uh, he playin'
gonna get the AK and aim it right at your brain
I'm insane
and kreatine
Hypnotic and red
an incredible energy drink
And given me wings
I I can fly
While I pee on a
You won't me, CSI
as easy as pie
And as simple as
Dre, get on the mic and make them and shake

Now put your up in the air
And your henny and coke
And if you really wanna get fucked up, just let me
We can smoke there's no more lighter fluid to do it
Lets get it
You with the triest and truest
I got the touch
it comes to rolling shit up
You motherfuckas smoking
You just holding up
Now we go
Let's get up, get down, hold up a
I smoke the kinda stuff make the records go number one
Cuz if at you don't succeed, won't hurt to smoke some weed
Now them words are a little more personal for me
Seeing is how I blew up off of puffing trees

puffing ain't enough for me
Fuck yeah, light it up Cheech, on
me out, cuz
Give me contact
Get me on
They me when I'm on that stuff
But earth calling Shady, man come on back (what?)
Man we're losing him; he won't respond back (fuck! )
Now look at all the pretty women in
(Damn bitches)
Dre, hot
I we better go check on their temperatures
I give them the
You get the
Now baby just over
This hurt a damn bit,

And give me one time for old time's sake
Dre, drop beat and scratch that brake
Now just blow a little bit of smoke my way
And go
You are now smoking with the (the best)
I said one more for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch brake
Now just send a little bit of smoke my way
And go
You are now smoking with the (the best)