Luyện nghe bài hát Up In Smoke

Yo,.lyrical on wax, what!?
gettin high, puffin' that la,
Yeah, Terror Squad, Records,
Check shit out,
Link.. wha..

Yo, i'm up in smoke,
Puffin' cho-co-la-te, queto
I rock my flow, and it out just like Jose Canseco
So take off like Delta, run for
Theres no helper here, you of it
L be servin like Mr. Belvadere
I twist an L, sip a here and there
Drink some liquor then pick a that I can rip and tear, yeah
hear the sounds of a rookie fromt he boogie down
Used to be a shorty but whos givin nukkies now
So clown if you got the
Start some bullshit, it's bid
A bullet through your skull my full clip
I pull triggas givin niggas hell, I'm sittin,
Fake a move, punk, and i'll run you over Walter Payton
Makin hits, my cliques, moola
Like Don Shula, coola
Than on a phat blunt from Cu-ba

I more blunts than a little bit,
are you an idiot?
The I smoke,
The my phillie get
I smoke more than a little bit,
are you an idiot?
Wake up in the mornin, got me for herb!

Start the session,
confessions, spark the cu' up,
Cu' be the supa-fly's, buddahfied,
Even in a n tie,
Cruisin though the 5 wit live thorough,
Niggas that like to smoke Hydro in front of 5-0,
Yo Manolo shoot piece of chit, Chichi get the yayo,
While I pay a visit, but the bisquit to his cuello,
Ey yo, this fuckin got me buggin,
I be it out, like Noreaga playin,
You aint sayin nothing, rappers like adreneline,
venom in'em,
Put'em on stage, for minimum wage, to is where i send'em
up like a party dress
Terror Squad is as as it gets
Rippin your out your chest
Spark the cess, stressin the sex
Wanna jump up in the Lex, twin, they see me wit the best
Twisted up the dutch, a Tony's Touch
Let'em the clutch while i lite the bliz up
On a wit this big fucka
Gettin like Chris Tucker on Friday, hit it my way
Like Frank Sinatra, lite up at the
When the cops come show the prescription from the
I puff I got ta'
This from the rasta's
Get enough love in the Bronx, Italians wit all the pasta
John Blazin, keep the tree's
You think a lil weed gonna fuck with my

Wha wha..

Haha.. yeah..
Blunted for life.. Records,
Seis,
Punisher,
Fat Ji-Doe,
Don Cartigina,
Fulla-clips, wha what,
Cuban it,
Artie's,.. yeah,
Wha wha.. niggas..
Blunted.
Yea nigga.. how we do.