Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move
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 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 mouth with his on his gun
Bitches they gums, do he be clapping and shooting guys
Actor or a movie star, revolutionized
What is his nation or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian read
say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, stepped on
But in reality, I just your galaxy
September '73, up in wild streets
Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of (God damn)
And my got 'em tearing my clothes

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat 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, our pockets bulginh
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

My smoke with one lung
If he cough he die, passing me trees
The liquor bottle's almost
We to collide, with the enemy
Only way you die if meant to be
You fucking a general
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 from your body like Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the of medicine
cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by casket, spit in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is guide
And when gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

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

Pardon but I question of life now
at the nigga next to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like this niggas right in the air
it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now let's say it all together let the ceremony
I shall, stay real stay true holding figures
put a bitch over my niggas
I never, cooperate with the law
snake me I always hold you down in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of
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, the science
Of a still yet to be found
So up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

Now tell me what y'all
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is your creep potent
I got a of bullets 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 c'mon

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

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

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

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