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 your creep move
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz 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 niggaz

Zoom, from outer he comes
in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping gums, do he be clapping and shooting guys
Actor or a movie star, rapper
What is his race or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian read
say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, on peasants
But in reality, I just your galaxy
'73, up in these wild streets
Fuckin these freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my got 'em tearing my clothes

Now me what y'all smoking
kinda heat y'all holdin'
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 'em to my niggaz c'mon

My smoke with one lung
If he cough he might die, passing me
The liquor bottle's almost
We to collide, with the enemy
way you die if it's meant to be
You fucking a general
No discussion is the we busting it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your mama
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, coming for you
Spirit horse running from your like Young Guns 1 and 2
fighting for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of
Don't cry, your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, 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 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 niggaz
We bi-coastin, keeping our pockets
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Pardon but I gotta of life now
at the nigga next 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 your heart
Now let's say it all together let the start
I shall, stay real stay true stay holding
put a bitch over my niggas
I shall never, cooperate the law
Never me I always hold you down in war
If they one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the I swear
I that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's and thugs, though the science
Of a nigga still yet to be
So light up some green, and it around (just pass it around)

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all
is your creep move potent
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass '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 guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

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

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

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

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