Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now tell me what y'all
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 bulging
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

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

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all
Well is your creep move
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon
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 nigga smoke with one
If he cough he might die, passing me
The liquor bottle's empty
We about to collide, with the
Only way you die if meant to be
You with a general
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, coming 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 your niggas gon' light it Nas

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat holdin'
Well is your move 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 niggaz

Pardon but I question of life now
Look at the nigga to you right now
Is he real, fake or
Do it this niggas right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over heart
Now say it all together let the ceremony start
I shall, real stay true stay holding figures
put a bitch over my niggas
I never, cooperate with 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 how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of killers and thugs, though the science
Of a still yet to be found
So up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

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

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

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

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

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