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 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

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

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

My nigga smoke one lung
If he cough he might die, passing me
The bottle's almost empty
We about to collide, the enemy
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 knocking on your door
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit horse running from your like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics for you, who's gon' win?
The of time, or the hands of medicine
cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your
Enter the fog dog, the light is your
And when you're gone all your gon' light it with Nas

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

but I gotta 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 fist and put it over heart
Now let's say it all together let the start
I shall, stay real stay true stay figures
put a bitch over my niggas
I never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I always you down in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of
I never break the oath to the I swear
I swear that's how we allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's killers and thugs, though the
Of a nigga still yet to be
So light up some green, and 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 bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon
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 c'mon

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

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

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

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