Luyện nghe bài hát Pass The Bone

No stems no that you don't need
Acupulco gold is *inhales* *deep bad ass weed

genius, rakeem

Yo is the gka-gka-genius
And I got the brotha prince rakeem on the
You know we got the bones in the house
And yo God pass you the bone

Pass the bone kid, the bone
the bone kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, pass the
Pass the bone, so I can the micraphone

Verse one: rakeem

Rakeem is feelin lovely, word a pocket full of
A drunk, reaction's mad slow
Thinkin, should I go to the club
And do what? and bag a queen
thing, beyond the cream, I wanted to get ripped
Put my on a blunt tip
It's two weeks, since I last sparked it
Went to the club floors
Five fee, plus id
But a brother me, gassed his way in for free
Word, took a bar
Got a tall glass, of sex on the
Turned to my left, saw this she was slammin sir
Oooh, ya do kid? I examined her
Pushed up, I to bag her, for her name
What I didn't have the game
Overwhelmed, by a in the air
Could it be? yes, yeah, a bag of sess there
It was raekwon and loud
They had a bone, you a blunt? a palmetto
I said pass the bone, the bone
Pass the kid, pass the bone
They passed it, one pull I was blasted
Felt kind of stimulated,
We approached the weak
Did you surprise her? I her
Bagged her, for her name and
Slid to her rest, acheived mad
But did you bone her? did I her?
Did I her; you shoulda heard her moan

Pass the bone, the bone
the bone kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone kid, the bone
Yo genius, the micraphone

two: genius

Yo, pass the bone, kid the bone
the bone, kid pass the bone
Pass the bone, kid the bone
Pass the bone so I the micraphone

Yo it
Outside a what? we shine some young bloods
forties right down to the suds
Ready to flow inside and rip the mic
Hmm, and all I needed was a bone
And guess who come down the block drunk
Ason, with two bags of
Pull out the blunt put the weed
Roll it up tight, then the flame was
Inhale, but not pertaining to
Exhale, you like two pulls and off
kind of toxie
Seen a girl who was foxy, yo but she
Oxywash, oh my gosh, yo not to
But to the subject
The brothers up on the scene that I had known
Smelled the and said "yo pass the bone!"
I said, "lounge g" there's not enough to pass
So go get a bag from
I gave a pound to the who was sweatin
What about the wisdoms? yo was stressin me
"hey genius, genius, ya come do me
to me, you know screw me"
Just red bone, that I had bagged in the red zone
And home to get my head flown
about the weak cypher, so I slid to the back
Leavin of smoke stacks
That from the sess crops
me the mic and watch me get props

Pass the bone, yo, kid pass the
the bone, kid pass the bone (6x)
Pass the bone, so I the microphone