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 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, 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

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

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

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

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

Pardon but I question of life 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 say it all together let the ceremony start
I shall, stay real stay stay holding figures
put a bitch over my niggas
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 the oath to the death I swear
I swear that's how we allegiance, to the alliance
Of killers and thugs, though the science
Of a still yet to be found
So light up some green, and it around (just pass it around)

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all
is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our pockets
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

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

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

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