Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat 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 bulging
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

Now tell me what y'all
What heat y'all holdin'
Well is creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our pockets
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 might die, passing me
The liquor almost empty
We about to collide, the enemy
Only way you die if it's to be
You fucking with a
No discussion is the principle we it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your mama
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit running from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the of medicine
cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in face
Enter the fog dog, the light is your
And you're gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what y'all
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move
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 in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

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 bulging
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

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

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

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

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