Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda 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, our pockets 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, from space he comes
in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and guys
Actor or a movie star, rapper
is his race nation or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian they
Magazines say I on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, stepped on
But in reality, I entered your galaxy
'73, up in these wild 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 move
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our pockets
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

My smoke with one lung
If he cough he might die, passing me
The liquor bottle's almost
We about to collide, with the
Only way you die if it's to be
You fucking a general
No is the principle we busting 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, who's win?
The of time, or the hands of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in face
Enter the fog dog, the light is your
And when you're gone all your niggas light it with Nas

Now me what y'all smoking
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, keeping our pockets
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 question of now
Look at the nigga to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like this right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over heart
Now let's say it all together let the start
I shall, real stay true stay holding figures
Never put a bitch over my
I shall never, cooperate the law
Never snake me I always you down in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of
I never break the oath to the death I
I that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's and thugs, though the science
Of a nigga still yet to be
So light up green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

Now tell me what smoking
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 bulging
We got the plan in
I got a of bullets 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

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

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

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