Luyện nghe bài hát Cicagrettes & Liquor

Crackers, beaners, gooks,
What we all got in Ha!
and liquor
The might kill ya or sclerosis of the liver
But we still keep on cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and
Cigarettes and
Run out and get yo
Cigarettes and
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Everybody's on
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Cigarettes and
go get yo
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Cigarettes and
Everybody they
Cigarettes and

One]:
I got twenty soldiers lined up in a row
What you want one Man, psst, here you go
Killin' myself, I as well kill you
Matter of fact, second thought, go and take two
My hands and my breath smellin' like doo doo
A couple years from now I'm gonna like Guru
I know what to do
I really to quit
Teeth so they could butter up some grits
I can't quit, the celebrity and fame
The and the strain from the whole rap game
Look, I know lame, but what's your excuse man?
card, rent late, wife found a new man?
I
We all got our
You kill yourself and you hope that'll solve 'em
It's in my genes man, my tree
My mother smoke, my father smoke, a for me
My little brother, he been since the fourth grade
Smoke a blunt, then he chase it with some E&J
Drinkin', smokin' and it might stunt your
But he's 6'4" and he's been both
So smoke all you
Go crazy
And cancer get your ass, don't go like a baby
Cause chemo, man, it ain't no fun
You better get yo ass the or some Nicorette gum

Crackers, beaners, gooks,
What we all got in Ha!
and liquor
The cancer kill ya or sclerosis of the liver
But we keep spendin' on cigarettes and liquor
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Run out and get yo
Cigarettes and
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Everybody's on
and liquor
Cigarettes and
Cigarettes and
go get yo
Cigarettes and
Cigarettes and
and liquor
Everybody they
and liquor

[Verse
Now have you ever faded, intoxicated
Woke up at the crib and wondered how you it?
to the job cause you so faded
You in at noon and try to masquerade it
Like, "Awe man, I'm under the weather."
But your co-workers laughin' cause they all know
You got a
And shit it over
not quite drunk, but you sho' ain't sober
Weekend
Should ate your Wheaties
Sunday Night Fever your ass the Bee Gees/B.G.s
Or guts
Stomach all up
feelin' like you caught a Mike Tyson uppercut
You up
Get your shit
You keep doin' this bullshit forever
Runnin' to the bathroom every minutes
Every time you throw up, you claimin' that you finished
Then you you bout to quit
But as soon as Friday
time to get lit
Tequilla shots, drops, dancin' on the table tops
You know when really drunk?

When you say not
"I ain't faded, why is trippin'?"
Pulled your pee pee out on the dance and started pissin'
And you call a grown man
You one away from a twelve step program