Luyện nghe bài hát Up In Smoke

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

Yo, i'm up in smoke,
Puffin' cho-co-la-te, ta-te
I my flow, and knock it out just like Jose Canseco
So take off Delta, run for shelta
no helper here, you felt of it
L be servin niggas like Mr.
I an L, sip a beer here and there
Drink liquor then pick a stripper that I can rip and tear, yeah
Come hear the sounds of a rookie he boogie down
to be a shorty but guess whos givin nukkies now
So clown if you got the
Start bullshit, it's your bid
A through your skull from my full clip
I triggas givin niggas hell, like I'm sittin,
Fake a move, punk, and i'll run you like Walter Payton
Makin hits, my cliques, makin
Like Don Shula, nothin's
Than puffin on a phat from Cu-ba

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

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

Wha wha..

Haha.. yeah..
Blunted for life.. Records,
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.