Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now me what y'all smoking
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is your move 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 bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

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

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

My smoke with one lung
If he cough he might die, me trees
The liquor almost empty
We about to collide, with the
Only way you die if it's to be
You with a general
No discussion is the principle we busting 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 body like Young Guns 1 and 2
fighting for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your
Walk by your casket, spit in face
Enter the fog dog, the is your guide
And when gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me y'all smoking
What kinda heat holdin'
is your creep 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 plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

Pardon but I question of life now
Look at the nigga to you right now
Is he real, fake or
Do it like this niggas hands in the air
Ball it to a and put it over your heart
Now say it all together let the ceremony 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 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 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 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 bunch of 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 bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

Want to get high, come smoke 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