Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

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

Zoom, from outer he comes
Blunt in his 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 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
September '73, up in these wild
Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em my clothes

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

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

Now tell me what smoking
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is 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 bulging
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Pardon but I question of life now
Look at the nigga next to you now
Is he real, fake or
Do it like this niggas 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 bitch over my
I never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I always hold you in war
If take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the I swear
I swear that's how we 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 pass it around (just it around)

Now tell me what 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 bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

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

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

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