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 y'all
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, 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 he comes
Blunt in his with his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping gums, do he be clapping and shooting guys
or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What is his race nation or
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian they
Magazines say I walked on water, to the heavens
Spit at judges, on peasants
But in reality, I entered your galaxy
September '73, up in these wild
Fuckin wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my got 'em tearing my clothes

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda y'all 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 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 with one lung
If he cough he might die, me trees
The bottle's almost empty
We to collide, with the enemy
way you die if it's meant to be
You fucking a general
No discussion is the principle we busting the end of you
Now we knocking on mama door
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit horse running from body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, who's gon'
The hands of time, or the of medicine
Don't cry, your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your
Enter the fog dog, the light is your
And when you're gone all your niggas gon' light it 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 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 nigga to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it this niggas 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 figures
Never put a bitch my niggas
I never, cooperate with 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 swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the
Of killers and thugs, though the science
Of a still yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it (just pass it around)

Now me what y'all smoking
What heat 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 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 smoke me
Smoke me, light it up

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

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

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