Luyện nghe bài hát Smoke

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

microphones is mines, I seen you scopin'
I'm hopin' you step so I can bust your chest open
This is how I am, is my mentally
Don't try to battle me, I fatalities

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

And the way it is, you cant see me so don't even try
I wonder why MC's done tried to in and they died
Now I be that MC, you 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 cant even get
Cause I rock shit the west to the east coast

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

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

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

'Cause on and poppin', ain't no stopping
Snoop is on the mic I'm lyrically
Poppin' like a motherfuckin' strap
Don't talk shit your best to watch your back

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

For me and my J D O G, who's in the penitentiary but see
Its still cool to me cause swing it on bring it on
Got another fat sack so up the ozone
It on like that we no joke

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

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

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

Spots stay open, under hydro
fire and chronic out the side door
Dogg soprano, sugar the pimp
Been had hoe's, been havin'

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

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

no mo silent niggaz
My prediction, 2004 gon' be hoes and snitchin' niggaz
Or niggaz out the barrel of a 40
Hood on hood crime, killing homies

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

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

Chay flag on a borca, slide in
or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars
This for big tony, in the yinta
to tango, relativez the bleeka

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

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

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