Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahim
(To the Gods, to the Gods, to the Earths)
Pass that shit

Now tell me y'all smoking
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is your creep potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our bulging
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

Zoom, outer space he comes
Blunt in his mouth his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and guys
Actor or a movie star, rapper
What is his race or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian they
Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the
at judges, stepped on peasants
But in reality, I just your galaxy
September '73, up in these streets
Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em my clothes

Now me what y'all smoking
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our bulginh
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

My nigga smoke one lung
If he cough he might die, passing me
The liquor almost empty
We to collide, with the enemy
Only way you die if it's to be
You fucking with a
No discussion is the we busting it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your door
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit horse running from body like Young Guns 1 and 2
fighting for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, is your wake
by your casket, spit in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is your
And you're gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat y'all
Well is creep move potent
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, our pockets bulging
We got the plan in
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Pardon but I gotta of life now
at the nigga next to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like niggas right hands in the air
it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now say it all together let the ceremony start
I shall, stay real true stay holding figures
Never put a bitch my niggas
I shall never, with the law
Never me I always hold you down in war
If they one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the death I
I swear that's how we allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's and thugs, though the science
Of a nigga yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it around (just it around)

Now tell me what smoking
What heat y'all holdin'
is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our bulging
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

to get high, come smoke with me
Smoke me, light it up

Want to get high, come with me
Smoke with me, it up

to get high, come smoke with me
Smoke me, light it up

Want to get high, come with me
Smoke me, light it up