Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat holdin'
Well is creep move potent
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz 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

Zoom, from outer he comes
in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches they gums, do he be clapping and shooting guys
or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What is his nation or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, they read
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 these streets
Fuckin these freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em my clothes

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

My nigga with one lung
If he cough he die, passing me trees
The liquor almost empty
We about to collide, with the
Only way you die if it's to be
You fucking with a
No discussion is the principle we busting 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 from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, who's win?
The hands of time, or the hands of
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your
Walk by casket, spit in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is guide
And when you're gone all niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what smoking
What heat y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our bulging
We got the in motion
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, or scared
Do it like this niggas right in the air
it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now let's say it all let the ceremony start
I shall, stay real stay true stay figures
Never put a bitch over my
I never, cooperate with the law
snake 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 that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's killers and thugs, though the
Of a still yet to be found
So light up green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

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

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

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

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

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