Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin' Stix

Alright, alright, alright, alright,
Next we got a guy comin' out from Compton,
He gonna tell you all about his with a drug called Stix
some kind of embalment fluid mixed with scherm
Those niggas down in, those black guys in Compton
in Compton, yo, stop that

Who got the bomb? Who got the
Somebody? Who got the bomb?
Who got the Who got the bomb?
Anybody? Who got the bomb?

Pass me the dip, time to take a hit
Of the ass shit the kind that make you strip
Two critter, now I'm an airplane
Flyin' inside my brain

You know karate, I no
Try to beat me down I feel no
Puffer, toker, loopy smoker
Coolio Loca, like The Joker

Loony, psychotic, nutty, kinda
Down for mine the way mama raised me
Summertime we freak in the
Butt in the middle of the street
We're Stix, yeah

Who got the Who got the bomb?
Somebody? Who got the bomb?
Who got the bomb? Who got the
Somebody? Who got the bomb?

If you don't know how to do it, yo how ya do it
Take the scherm and cigarette and dip it in the
Oh my God! Oh my God! Now the shit is lookin'
Lights and all around me and above me

Never feelin' good, I a motherfucker work
Try to step into the I chop 'em up like wood
Put 'em in an and send it off to Interscope
'Cause nigga's gettin' short, I'm chokin' the smoke

I pass it to my homey so he can a toke
Got a large loot, got it robbin' 'cause I was broke
Jumped in the bucket, mad like a demon
If only you could off that shit that I'm seein'
I got to get a grip cos the nigga's to flip
Sometimes that's how it get when you're Stix, yeah, yeah

Who got the bomb? Who got the
Somebody? Anybody? Who got the
Who got the bomb? Who got the
Somebody? Who got the bomb?

up the next morning in a cold sweat
Under the bed, soakin' wet, boots and a hair net
Empty 45 was on the dresser
Last night I played the of the tester

Toked up a bag, Jenna had a good nap
Flashback got me to scrap
I don't know I done did
And I don't know I done been

I know night I robbed my friend
And if wrong then call it a sin
But I was and broke ain't no joke
And I cope without my Smith so

So dip it up and me suck it up
And get fucked up and I might go nuts
So pass the loot motherfucker, pass the
Pass the motherfucker to a troop
We're smokin'