Luyện nghe bài hát Up In Smoke

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

Yo, i'm up in smoke,
Puffin' cho-co-la-te, ta-te
I my flow, and knock it out just like Jose Canseco
So take off Delta, run for shelta
no helper here, you felt of it
L be servin like Mr. Belvadere
I twist an L, sip a here and there
Drink some liquor then pick a stripper I can rip and tear, yeah
Come hear the sounds of a rookie 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 through your skull from my full clip
I pull triggas givin niggas hell, I'm sittin,
Fake a move, punk, and i'll run you over like Walter
Makin hits, my cliques, moola
Don Shula, nothin's coola
Than puffin on a phat blunt from

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

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

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.