Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman
(To the Gods, to the Gods, to the Earths)
Pass shit homey

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda y'all holdin'
Well is your creep 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 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Zoom, from outer he comes
Blunt in his with his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and guys
Actor or a star, rapper revolutionized
is his race nation 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 mystique got 'em tearing my

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

My nigga smoke with one
If he cough he die, passing me trees
The liquor bottle's almost
We to collide, with the enemy
Only way you die if meant to be
You fucking with a
No discussion is the we busting it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your door
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, coming for you
Spirit horse from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, who's gon'
The hands of time, or the hands of
Don't cry, witness your fate, is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your
Enter the fog dog, the light is guide
And when you're gone all your niggas gon' it with Nas

Now tell me y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all
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, our pockets bulging
We got the in motion
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

Now tell me what y'all
kinda heat y'all 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, our pockets bulging
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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Smoke with me, it up

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

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

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