Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

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

Zoom, from outer space he
Blunt in his mouth his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be and shooting guys
or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What is his race nation or
Is he Arabic, black, lating, they read
say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, on peasants
But in reality, I just entered your
September '73, up in wild streets
these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em my clothes

Now tell me y'all smoking
What kinda 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 bulginh
We got the plan in
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 about to collide, with the
way you die if it's meant to be
You with a general
No is the principle we busting it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your mama
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, coming for you
Spirit horse running from your body like Young 1 and 2
fighting for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of
Don't cry, witness fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, in your face
the fog dog, the light is your 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 move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, our pockets bulging
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

but I gotta question of life now
Look at the next to you right now
Is he real, or scared
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 let the ceremony start
I shall, stay real true stay holding figures
put a bitch over my niggas
I shall never, cooperate the law
Never snake me I hold you down in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of
I never break the oath to the I swear
I swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the
Of underworld's killers and thugs, though the
Of a nigga still yet to be
So light up some green, and pass it (just pass it around)

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

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

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

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

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