Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

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 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our bulging
We got the in motion
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

Now me what y'all smoking
What heat y'all holdin'
Well is your 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 bulginh
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

My nigga smoke with one
If he cough he might die, passing me
The liquor bottle's empty
We about to collide, the enemy
Only way you die if meant to be
You fucking with a
No is the principle we busting it's the end of you
Now we knocking on mama door
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, coming for you
Spirit horse running your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, who's gon'
The hands of time, or the of medicine
cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your
Enter the fog dog, the light is guide
And when you're all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat holdin'
is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of 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

but I gotta question of life now
Look at the 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 say it all together let the ceremony start
I shall, stay real stay true stay holding
Never put a bitch my niggas
I never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I always hold you in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of
I never break the to the death I swear
I swear how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's and thugs, though the science
Of a still yet to be found
So up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat 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 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, come with me
Smoke me, light it up

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

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

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