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 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 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, from outer he comes
Blunt in his 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 nation or
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian read
Magazines say I walked on water, to the heavens
at judges, stepped on peasants
But in reality, I just entered galaxy
September '73, up in these wild
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 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, our pockets bulginh
We got the plan in
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 empty
We about to collide, with the
Only way you die if it's to be
You fucking with a
No discussion is the principle we busting the end of you
Now we knocking on mama door
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit running from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, gon' win?
The of time, or the hands of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your
Walk by your casket, in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is guide
And when you're gone all your niggas gon' it with Nas

Now me what y'all smoking
What heat y'all holdin'
is your 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 plan in
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 to you right now
Is he real, fake or
Do it like niggas right hands in the air
it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now say it all together let the ceremony start
I shall, stay real stay true stay holding
Never put a over my niggas
I never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I always hold you in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of
I never break the 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 nigga yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it (just pass it around)

Now me what 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 '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

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