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 y'all smoking
What heat y'all holdin'
Well is your creep potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my 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

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

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

My nigga smoke one lung
If he cough he might die, me trees
The bottle's almost empty
We to collide, with the enemy
way you die if it's meant to be
You fucking with a
No discussion is the we busting it's the end of you
Now we on your mama door
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, coming for you
Spirit horse running from your like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics 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, in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is guide
And you're gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat y'all
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, 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

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

Now me what 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 niggaz
We bi-coastin, our pockets bulging
We got the in motion
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 with me, it up

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

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

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