Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman
(To the Gods, to the Gods, to the Earths)
that shit homey

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda heat holdin'
Well is your creep 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 in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

Zoom, from outer he comes
Blunt in his mouth with his on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and shooting
or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What is his nation or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, they read
Magazines say I on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, on peasants
But in reality, I just your galaxy
September '73, up in these streets
Fuckin wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my got 'em tearing my clothes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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