Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman
(To the Gods, to the Gods, to the Earths)
that shit homey

Now tell me y'all smoking
What kinda heat holdin'
Well is creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon
We bi-coastin, our pockets bulging
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Zoom, from outer space he
Blunt in his mouth with his on his gun
Bitches they gums, do he be clapping and shooting guys
or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What is his race or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, they read
say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, on peasants
But in reality, I just your galaxy
'73, up in these wild streets
Fuckin wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em tearing my

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon
We bi-coastin, our pockets bulginh
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

My nigga smoke with one
If he cough he die, passing me trees
The liquor almost empty
We about to collide, with the
way you die if it's meant to be
You fucking a general
No discussion is the principle we busting the end of you
Now we on your mama door
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, coming for you
Spirit horse running your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, who's win?
The hands of time, or the hands of
Don't cry, witness fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, in your face
the fog dog, the light is your guide
And when you're all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda y'all holdin'
Well is your move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our bulging
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

but I gotta question of life now
Look at the next to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like this right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over heart
Now let's say it all let the ceremony start
I shall, stay real stay true holding figures
Never put a bitch my niggas
I shall never, cooperate the law
Never snake me I always hold you in war
If take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never the oath to the death I swear
I swear that's how we allegiance, to the alliance
Of killers and thugs, though the science
Of a still yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it around (just it around)

Now tell me y'all smoking
What heat y'all holdin'
Well is creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our bulging
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

to get high, come smoke with me
Smoke me, light it up

Want to get high, smoke with me
Smoke with me, it up

Want to get high, smoke with me
with me, light it up

Want to get high, come with me
Smoke with me, it up