Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now tell me what smoking
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass '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 I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Zoom, from outer space he
Blunt in his mouth with his on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and guys
Actor or a star, rapper revolutionized
is his race nation 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 just entered your
September '73, up in wild streets
these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em my clothes

Now tell me y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all
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 bulginh
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

My nigga smoke one lung
If he cough he might die, me trees
The liquor almost empty
We about to collide, with the
way you die if it's meant to be
You fucking with a
No is the principle we busting it's the end of you
Now we knocking on 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
Paramedics fighting for you, gon' win?
The hands of time, or the of medicine
Don't cry, your fate, this is your wake
by your casket, spit in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is guide
And when you're gone all your niggas gon' light it Nas

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

Pardon but I question of life now
Look at the next to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like 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 start
I shall, stay real stay true holding figures
Never put a over my niggas
I never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I always hold you in war
If take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the to the death I swear
I swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the
Of underworld's and thugs, though the science
Of a nigga yet to be found
So light up green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

Now tell me y'all 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 bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

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

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

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