Luyện nghe bài hát Old Time's Sake

evening!
This is your fucking captain
We will 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 about the cabin

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

Speak of the
It's attack of the man
in hand, blood stain on my apron
Soon as the blade spun run, they run from
Who wanna dungeon?
No one is safe
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 more time for old time's
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that
Now just a little bit of that smoke my way
And go
You are now smoking the best (the best)
I said one more for old time's sake
Dre, that beat and scratch that brake
Now just a little bit of that smoke my way
And go
You are now smoking the best (the best)

Smoke signal in the sky Verizon wireless
A nice
Surprised, entirely by the sound I surround the hydrants
Taking of firemen
Say goodbye, here I am
Naked wives and
Before I begin to get so high; pussy boy, I spin
Fin, fin
the handle I fly off the hinge
Let boy off the bench, coach and throw it to him
There he in his trench coat, no clothes again
Baby, make us some French toast and us some skin
I you every inch grows of my foreskin
me nipple I pinch, throw up, and throw up a ten
Now you know it's a sin to tease, us again
The sorcerer of intercourse, if forced, it's him
fight the feeling if you're feeling the force within
And when you wake up in the morning next to the

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

Now where smoke, there's fire
Where fire, there's flames
Where there's flames, chronic
Either you high or you
I got no time for no

Nah uh, he ain't
He's get the AK and aim it right at your brain
I'm insane
Vodka and
Hypnotic and red
It's an incredible drink
And it's given me
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 tremble and

Now put smoke up in the air
And raise your and coke
And if you wanna get fucked up, just let me know
We can smoke till there's no lighter fluid to do it
get into it
You with the triest and truest
I got the touch
When it to rolling shit up
You ain't 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 first you don't succeed, hurt to smoke some weed
Now words are just a little more personal for me
Seeing is how I blew up off of puffing them

Well puffing enough for me
Fuck yeah, light it up Cheech, on
me out, cuz
Give me buzz
Get me on
They me when I'm on that stuff
But this calling Shady, man come on back (what?)
Man we're losing he won't even respond back (fuck! )
Now look at all the pretty in here
(Damn bitches)
Dre, hot
I think we better go on their temperatures
I them the thermometer
You get the
Now baby bend over
This won't a damn bit,

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