Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

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

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

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

My smoke with one lung
If he cough he die, passing me trees
The liquor bottle's empty
We about to collide, the enemy
Only way you die if meant to be
You fucking a general
No is the principle we busting it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your door
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit horse running from your body like Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, who's win?
The of time, or the hands of medicine
cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in 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 y'all
kinda heat y'all 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, keeping our pockets
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

Pardon but I gotta of life now
Look at the nigga to you right now
Is he real, fake or
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 together let the start
I shall, stay real stay true stay figures
put a bitch over my niggas
I shall never, with the law
Never me I always hold you down in war
If they one of mine, I take one of theirs
I break the oath to the death I swear
I swear how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's killers and thugs, though the
Of a nigga yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it around (just it around)

Now me what y'all smoking
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is your creep 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 plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

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

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

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

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