Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat 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, 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

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

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

My nigga with 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 with a
No discussion is the principle we it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your mama
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, coming for you
Spirit horse running your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
fighting for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of
Don't cry, witness fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in face
Enter the fog dog, the light is guide
And when you're gone all your gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat holdin'
Well is your creep 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 of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Pardon but I gotta of life now
Look at the nigga to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like niggas right hands in the air
Ball it to a and put it over your heart
Now let's say it all let the ceremony start
I shall, stay real stay true holding figures
Never put a bitch my niggas
I never, cooperate with the law
snake me I always hold you down 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 killers and thugs, though the science
Of a still yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it (just pass it around)

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat 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 pockets
We got the in motion
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 with me, it up

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

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

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