Luyện nghe bài hát Up In Smoke

Yo,.lyrical on wax, what!?
Still gettin high, puffin' la,
Yeah, Terror Squad, Records,
Check this out,
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Yo, i'm up in smoke,
Puffin' cho-co-la-te, ta-te
I rock my flow, and knock it out just like Jose
So take off Delta, run for shelta
no helper here, you felt of it
L be servin niggas like Mr.
I twist an L, sip a here and there
some liquor then pick a stripper that I can rip and tear, yeah
Come hear the sounds of a fromt he boogie down
Used to be a but guess whos givin nukkies now
So if you got the heart
Start some bullshit, your bid
A bullet through your skull from my full
I pull triggas niggas hell, like I'm sittin,
a move, punk, and i'll run you over like Walter Payton
Makin hits, my cliques, makin
Don Shula, nothin's coola
Than on a phat blunt from Cu-ba

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

the buddah session,
True confessions, the cu' up,
Cu' be the supa-fly's, buddahfied,
in a suit n tie,
Cruisin though the 5 wit live thorough,
Niggas that to smoke they Hydro in front of 5-0,
Yo Manolo shoot piece of chit, Chichi get the yayo,
I pay Frank a visit, but the bisquit to his cuello,
Ey yo, this fuckin got me buggin,
I be thuggin it out, Noreaga playin,
You aint nothing, bustin rappers like adreneline,
Puttin in'em,
on stage, for minimum wage, to graves is where i send'em
Hem'em up like a party
Terror is as hard as it gets
Rippin your heart out your
Spark the cess, chickenheads the sex
Wanna up in the Lex, twin, when they see me wit the best
Twisted up the dutch, a little Touch
Let'em work the clutch while i the bliz up
On a highway wit this big
Gettin high like Chris on Friday, hit it my way
Frank Sinatra, lite up at the opera
When the come show the prescription from the docta
I puff I got ta'
This stuff the rasta's
Get enough love in the Bronx, Italians wit all the pasta
Blazin, keep the tree's blazin
You think a lil gonna fuck with my cordination??

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Blunted.
Yea nigga.. how we do.