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
What kinda heat y'all
is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I '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 I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

Now tell me y'all smoking
What kinda y'all holdin'
Well is creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz
We bi-coastin, keeping our bulginh
We got the plan in
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 he might die, passing me trees
The liquor bottle's almost
We to collide, with the enemy
Only way you die if it's to be
You fucking a general
No discussion is the principle we busting 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 from your body like Young 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, who's win?
The hands of time, or the of medicine
Don't cry, witness fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in 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 y'all
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is your 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 in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Pardon but I gotta question of now
at the nigga next to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like this right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over heart
Now let's say it all let the ceremony start
I shall, stay real true stay holding figures
put a bitch over my niggas
I shall never, cooperate the law
snake 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 I swear
I swear how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's killers and thugs, though the
Of a nigga yet to be found
So light up some green, and it around (just pass it around)

Now me what y'all smoking
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is 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 pockets
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

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

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

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

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