Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat y'all
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, 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

Zoom, from outer space he
Blunt in his mouth his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and shooting
Actor or a star, rapper revolutionized
What is his nation or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian they
Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the
Spit at judges, stepped on
But in reality, I just your galaxy
'73, up in these 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 creep 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 plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

My nigga with one lung
If he cough he might die, passing me
The liquor bottle's almost
We about to collide, the enemy
way you die if it's meant to be
You fucking 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, angels for you
Spirit horse from your 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 your
Walk by your casket, spit in your
Enter the fog dog, the light is your
And when you're gone all your gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat y'all
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 pockets
We got the plan in
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 this niggas right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over heart
Now let's say it all together let the ceremony
I shall, real stay true stay holding figures
put a bitch over my niggas
I shall never, with the law
Never me I always hold you down in war
If take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never the oath to the death 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 it around (just pass it around)

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

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

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

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

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