Luyện nghe bài hát Up In Smoke

Yo,.lyrical on wax, what!?
Still gettin high, that la,
Yeah, Terror Squad, Records,
Check shit out,
Link.. wha..

Yo, i'm up in smoke,
Puffin' cho-co-la-te, queto
I rock my flow, and it out just like Jose Canseco
So take off like Delta, run for
Theres no here, you felt of it
L be servin like Mr. Belvadere
I an L, sip a beer here and there
Drink some liquor pick a stripper that I can rip and tear, yeah
Come hear the sounds of a rookie fromt he down
Used to be a shorty but guess whos nukkies now
So if you got the heart
Start some bullshit, your bid
A bullet your skull from my full clip
I pull triggas niggas hell, like I'm sittin,
a move, punk, and i'll run you over like Walter Payton
Makin hits, my cliques, moola
Like Don Shula, coola
Than puffin on a blunt from Cu-ba

I smoke more than a little bit,
are you an idiot?
The I smoke,
The my phillie get
I smoke more than a little bit,
are you an idiot?
Wake up in the mornin, got me for herb!

Start the session,
confessions, spark the cu' up,
Cu' be the supa-fly's, buddahfied,
in a suit n tie,
Cruisin though the 5 wit live thorough,
Niggas like to smoke they Hydro in front of 5-0,
Yo shoot that piece of chit, Chichi get the yayo,
While I pay a visit, but the bisquit to his cuello,
Ey yo, fuckin blunt's got me buggin,
I be it out, like Noreaga playin,
You sayin nothing, bustin rappers like adreneline,
venom in'em,
Put'em on stage, for minimum wage, to is where i send'em
Hem'em up like a party
Squad is as hard as it gets
Rippin your out your chest
the cess, chickenheads stressin the sex
Wanna jump up in the Lex, twin, when see me wit the best
Twisted up the dutch, a Tony's Touch
Let'em work the clutch while i lite the up
On a highway wit this big
Gettin like Chris Tucker on Friday, hit it my way
Like Sinatra, lite up at the opera
When the come show the prescription from the docta
I puff I got ta'
This stuff the rasta's
Get enough love in the Bronx, from Italians wit all the
John Blazin, keep the blazin
You think a lil weed gonna fuck with my

Wha wha..

Haha.. yeah..
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Seis,
Punisher,
Fat Ji-Doe,
Don Cartigina,
Fulla-clips, wha what,
Cuban it,
Artie's,.. yeah,
Wha wha.. niggas..
Blunted.
Yea nigga.. how we do.