Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin' Stix

Alright, alright, alright, alright,
Next we got a guy out from Compton, California
He gonna tell you all about his experiment with a called Stix
That's some kind of 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? Anybody? Who got the
Who got the bomb? Who got the
Somebody? Anybody? Who got the

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

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

Loony, psychotic, nutty, kinda
Down for that's the way mama raised me
Summertime we freak in the
Butt naked in the of the street
We're smokin' Stix,

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

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

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

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

Who got the Who got the bomb?
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, wearin' boots and a net
45 was layin' on the dresser
Last night I played the of the tester

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

I know last night I robbed my
And if that's wrong then it a sin
But I was broke and ain't no joke
And I can't cope 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 Stix