Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin' Stix

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

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

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

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

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

Who got the Who got the bomb?
Somebody? Anybody? Who got the
Who got the Who got the bomb?
Anybody? 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 lovely
Lights and all around me and above me

Never good, I watch a motherfucker work
Try to step into the Circle I 'em up like wood
Put 'em in an and send it off to Interscope
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' 'cause I was broke
Jumped in the bucket, mad styles like a
If only you could trip off that that I'm seein'
I got to get a grip cos the nigga's to flip
Sometimes that's how it get when smokin Stix, yeah, 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?

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

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

I know last 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 watch me it up
And I'll get fucked up and I might go
So the loot motherfucker, pass the loot
Pass the loot to a troop
smokin' Stix