Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahim
(To the Gods, to the Gods, to the Earths)
Pass that homey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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