Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

My mission the commission of the dishin' out for
when I'm dimin' my rhymin' never slacks, never lacks
So get back to the basics and it
The American dream what it seems
lies they've laced it
Can't you it?
See they it in an imitation butter
We've ate it and it's not nature to mother
Generic like no
Man big brother

The Kottonmouth King
Are you blind or
Are you to the fact
You that this system
That this society sees any other color than green?
Well all slave driven'
The illusion of in America
is theft
How we ?

The bong tokin'
The bong alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics
The bong alcoholics

Gettin' bent every night is the we do
I get up every day in the
I crawl out the bed on the way to the
I hurry up I got a date in a hour
I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm alone
By the way I got the freaks on
up the krew, hook it up. Late."
I hung up with X and my boys a holla
picked up said, "What's up balla?"
Just drop in a dime and him about this party
There'll be a lotta beer and some hotties
I'll call Bobby let him know the
And we'll bounce in the nitrate van
We'll take a trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh yeah X comin' through with some freaks the Bay

tokin' alcoholics
The Kottonmouth is what we call it
The bong tokin'
back I'm bout to crack
it!

The bong alcoholics
The bong alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin'

Now we drank up a fifth and to spark the bowl
Humble Gods on the bumpin' real low
I reach into the back and out the 64
I it to the head like a mothafuckin' pro
Yo, that got me on tilt
Ya better sit down 'cause you about to
Now we approach up on the corner of the house
I'm down a one, i get buzzed, a nightly duty
Conversation with the krew, I thought you to pass the brew
that kind of breeze, Saint your ass is through
Break out the beer man I wanna get faded
'cause drinkin' out the bottle is just so
Well well, grab the 22 and fill it up with Mickeys
Now up you drunk bitch? You spillin' on my Dickies
boost up the bass, and go easy on the treble
And let 'em all know we some psycho rebels
With our pants saggin', in our hand
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
With our pants saggin', skates in our
Now we're 3 deep and we don't give a damn

tokin' alcoholics
The tilt is what we call it
The bong tokin'
Step back I'm bout to
it!

The bong alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin'
The bong alcoholics..

I got the blunts and I got the
Daddy X hit and skids in the rear mirror
We walked up to the spot, the keg's our
'cause runnin' parties is a nightly occupation
I feel too ripped, I a finger in my back
"Hey I like your shirt", yeah I see it is quite
But no time to mack Saint's drunk as hell
He was on the table and he started to yell
"All the freaks up in the
Move around and shake your
And if you're down with the of P-Town
Lemme see get naughty
Is the west coast in the
pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!"
Well get naughty they did and these girls start to
Started on my shit and her boyfriend tried to trip
I said "You talk shit, punk? Let's outside"
He put his up, I put em on his eye
He got a left to the cheek, to the dome
I busted out the _ and took his home

Bong tokin'
The tilt is what we call it
The bong tokin'
back I'm bout to crack
it!
The bong alcoholics
The bong tokin'
The tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin'