Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin' Stix

Alright, alright, alright, alright,
Next we got a guy out from Compton, California
He gonna tell you all about his experiment a drug called Stix
some kind of embalment fluid mixed with scherm
Those niggas down in, those black guys down in
Down in Compton, yo, stop

Who got the Who got the bomb?
Somebody? Anybody? Who got the
Who got the bomb? Who got the
Anybody? Who got the bomb?

Pass me the dip, it's time to a hit
Of the ass shit the kind that make you strip
Two critter, now I'm an airplane
Flyin' high inside my

You karate, I no rizzeign
Try to beat me down I feel no
Puffer, toker, loopy smoker
Loca, laugh like The Joker

Loony, psychotic, nutty, kinda
Down for that's the way mama raised me
Summertime we in the heat
Butt in the middle of the street
We're smokin' Stix,

Who got the Who got the bomb?
Anybody? Who got the bomb?
Who got the bomb? Who got the
Anybody? Who got the bomb?

If you don't know how to do it, yo how ya do it
the scherm and cigarette and dip it in the fluid
Oh my God! Oh my God! Now the shit is lookin'
Lights and all around me and above me

feelin' good, I watch a motherfucker work
Try to step into the Circle I chop 'em up like
Put 'em in an envelope and send it off to
'Cause gettin' short, I'm chokin' from the smoke

I pass it to my homey so he can take a
Got a large loot, got it that's 'cause I was broke
Jumped in the bucket, mad styles a demon
If only you could trip off shit that I'm seein'
I got to get a grip cos the nigga's about to
Sometimes how it get when you're smokin Stix, yeah, yeah

Who got the bomb? Who got the
Somebody? Anybody? Who got the
Who got the bomb? Who got the
Somebody? Who got the bomb?

Woke up the next morning in a cold
Under the bed, soakin' wet, boots and a hair net
Empty 45 was on the dresser
Last night I played the of the tester

Toked up a good bag, Jenna had a nap
got me ready to scrap
I know what I done did
And I don't know I done been

I know last I robbed my friend
And if wrong then call it a sin
But I was broke and ain't no joke
And I cope without my Smith so

So dip it up and me suck it up
And get fucked up and I might go nuts
So the loot motherfucker, pass the loot
Pass the motherfucker to a troop
smokin' Stix