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 what y'all
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 pockets
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

Zoom, outer space he comes
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 race or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, they read
say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, on peasants
But in reality, I just your galaxy
September '73, up in these streets
these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em tearing my

Now tell me y'all smoking
What 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 plan in
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 almost empty
We to collide, with the enemy
Only way you die if meant to be
You fucking a general
No discussion is the we busting it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your mama
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit horse from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, who's win?
The hands of time, or the hands of
cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your
Enter the fog dog, the light is your
And when you're gone all your gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what y'all
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, our pockets bulging
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

Now tell me what y'all
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 niggaz
We bi-coastin, keeping our bulging
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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with me, light it up

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