Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now tell me what 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 bulging
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Zoom, outer space he comes
in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and shooting
or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What is his race or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian they
Magazines say I walked on water, to the heavens
at judges, stepped on peasants
But in reality, I just entered galaxy
'73, up in these wild 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 heat 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 pockets
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

My smoke with 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 meant to be
You with 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, angels for you
Spirit horse running from body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, gon' win?
The hands of time, or the of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your
Walk by your casket, spit in your
Enter the fog dog, the light is your
And when gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what y'all
What heat y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move
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 guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Pardon but I gotta of life now
Look at the nigga next to you now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like this niggas right 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 stay true stay figures
put a bitch over my niggas
I never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I hold you down in war
If they take one of mine, I 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 killers and thugs, though the
Of a nigga still yet to be
So up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

Now tell me what smoking
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is your 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 plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

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

Want to get high, come smoke 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