Luyện nghe bài hát Old Time's Sake

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

I'm Dre from back in the day
NWA from and the gray from
Choking a to smacking her face from
up bodies to
Racking kegs up from
Racking a to
Stacking crates up
I'm hungry
And I'm back a tapeworm
And we was happening and rapping and at me
for us competition
Faggot, there none

Speak of the
It's attack of the man
Chainsaw in hand, stain on my apron
Soon as the blade spun run, they run from
Who play dungeon?
No one is safe
In of a brain surgeon
A one
Wait, the day funny man
It's
I one
Two boxes of and a paint gun
And an emergency gun to spray A-1

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

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

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

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

Nah uh, he playin'
He's gonna get the AK and aim it right at 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 catch me, CSI
as easy as pie
And as as cake
Dre, get on the mic and make them tremble and

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

Well 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 this earth Shady, man come on back (what?)
Man we're losing him; he won't even respond (fuck! )
Now at all the pretty women in here
(Damn bitches)
Dre, hot
I think we better go check on temperatures
I give 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, that beat and scratch that brake
Now blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And go
You are now smoking the best (the best)
I said one more time for old time's
Dre, drop beat and scratch that brake
Now just send a little bit of that my way
And go
You are now smoking with the (the best)