Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda heat y'all
Well is your creep move
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 bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda heat y'all
Well is your creep 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 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 cough he might die, passing me
The bottle's almost empty
We about to collide, the enemy
Only way you die if meant to be
You with a general
No is the principle we busting it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your door
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, coming for you
Spirit horse running from your body like 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
by your casket, spit in your face
Enter the fog dog, the is your guide
And when you're gone all your niggas gon' it with Nas

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

Pardon but I gotta question of 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 and put it over your heart
Now let's say it all let the ceremony start
I shall, stay stay true stay holding figures
Never put a bitch my niggas
I never, cooperate with the law
Never me I always hold you down in war
If take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the I swear
I swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the
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 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 pass 'em to my niggaz

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

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

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

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