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 y'all smoking
What kinda y'all holdin'
Well is creep 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 bulging
We got the in motion
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 with his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping gums, do he be clapping and shooting guys
or a movie star, rapper 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 galaxy
'73, up in these wild streets
Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em tearing my

Now me what y'all smoking
What heat y'all holdin'
is your 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 bulginh
We got the in motion
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, me trees
The bottle's almost empty
We about to collide, the enemy
Only way you die if meant to be
You with a general
No discussion is the principle we it's the end of you
Now we on your mama door
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, coming for you
Spirit horse running from your like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, who's win?
The of time, or the hands of medicine
Don't cry, witness fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, in your face
the fog dog, the light is your guide
And when you're all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me y'all smoking
What kinda heat 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, 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
at the nigga next to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like this niggas right in the air
it to a fist and put it over your 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 shall never, cooperate the law
Never snake me I always you down in war
If take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the to the death I swear
I swear how we pledge 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 what y'all
What kinda heat holdin'
Well is 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 pockets
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

to get high, come smoke 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 with me, it up

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