Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin' Stix

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

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

Pass me the dip, it's to take a hit
Of the potent ass shit the kind that you strip
Two headed critter, now I'm an
Flyin' high my brain

You know karate, I no
Try to beat me I feel no pain
Puffer, toker, loop smoker
Coolio Loca, laugh The Joker

Loony, psychotic, nutty, kinda
Down for mine that's the way raised me
Summertime we freak in the
Butt in the middle of the street
smokin' Stix, yeah

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

If you know how to do it, yo here's how ya do it
Take the and cigarette and dip it in the fluid
Oh my God! Oh my God! Now the is lookin' lovely
and stars all around me and above me

Never feelin' good, I watch a motherfucker
Try to step into the Circle I chop 'em up like
Put 'em in an envelope and send it off to
nigga's gettin' short, I'm chokin' from the smoke

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

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

Woke up the next in a cold sweat
the bed, soakin' wet, wearin' boots and a hair net
Empty 45 was layin' on the
Last I played the role of the tester

Toked up a good bag, had a good nap
got me ready to scrap
I don't know what I did
And I don't know where I done

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

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