Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke

Man, I gotta stop smoking this
'Cause that shit gon'
I stop and I won't stop, ha, ha, ha, ha
Damn, yeah, straight

This microphones is mines, I seen you
I'm that you step so I can bust your chest open
This is how I am, is my mentally
try to battle me, I cause fatalities

And this is how it is when the microphone put to
MC's done tried to step but I ya
I'm like a sorcerer, with rhymes
I'm one of a kind, my lines too for your mind

And that's the way it is, you see me so don't even try
I wonder why MC's done tried to step in and died
Now I be MC, you cant see that
Lyricist that MC's backs

Matter of a that ain't the way you should do it
This is how it is in
I know this MC even get close
Cause I rock from the west to the east coast

Why they wanna fuck with my
Why wanna fuck with my smoke?
Kurupt tell me, why they wanna

Now I'm rollin' in the fast lane tryin' to find the lane
I'm spittin' game big pimpin' is my name
I need a flame, so I can get shit lit
Its snoop dogg, I'm bout to me a hit

I got my nigga named to the right
And we plan on all night
And when we through my nigga named priest gon' the peace
up another sack, get your kakies creased

'Cause it's on and poppin', no stopping
is on the mic I'm lyrically hoppin'
Poppin' just like a motherfuckin'
Don't talk shit your best to watch your back

umm, why you sleepin' we creepin'
And um, we got a fat of blueberries, it's scary
My jerry told me one day
He said snoop when you reach the top will you please a J

For me and my homie J D O G, in the penitentiary but see
Its still to me cause I'ma swing it on bring it on
Got another fat sack so blaze up the
It on like that we aint no

So motherfuckin' back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke,

Why they wanna with my smoke?
Somebody tell me why they wanna fuck my smoke?
They say no to and ugh to drugs
But that I'm a motherfuckin' thug nigga

Why they wanna fuck with my
Somebody tell me why they wanna fuck my smoke?
They say no to dope and ugh to
But that I'm a motherfuckin' thug nigga

Spots stay open, under hydro
Orange fire and chronic out the door
Dogg soprano, sugar Buddha the
had hoe's, been havin' chips

Spit out shit like haa chooo
In a ride, ahh teezy with red haa shoes
Tha relatives, how gangsta is
Half my life blowin' do do wit a in my lap

Just goin' out the ills and its niggaz
Kickin' niggaz door down and searchin'
In the fence for a week and its perkin'
You niggaz ain't some you some working niggaz

Ain't no mo niggaz
My prediction, 2004 theres gon' be hoes and snitchin'
Or peepin' out the barrel of a 40
Hood on hood crime, homies killing

[Unverified] to Harlem, chips we ballin'
Ain't better than being young gangsta and ballin'
Blowed outta mind, probably be the high more
money marna for the law

I'm from the salty 619, home of the
Mystica with pistolas and purple morta
Americas find me north of tha border
Please, no seeds, break cost an awful lot

flag on a borca, slide in croca's
Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport
This for big tony, in the yinta
to tango, relativez the bleeka

Why they wanna fuck my smoke?
Somebody tell me why they wanna fuck my smoke?
They say no to dope and ugh to
But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin' nigga

Why they wanna fuck with my
Somebody tell me why they wanna fuck with my
They say no to and ugh to drugs
But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin' nigga

Why they wanna with my smoke?
Somebody tell me why they wanna fuck my smoke?
They say no to dope and ugh to
But that I'm a motherfuckin' thug nigga