Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now me what y'all smoking
kinda 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 c'mon

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

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda heat 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 bulginh
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

My nigga with one lung
If he he might die, passing me trees
The liquor almost empty
We to collide, with the enemy
Only way you die if meant to be
You fucking with a
No discussion is the we busting it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your mama
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, coming for you
horse running from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of
cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is guide
And when you're gone all your gon' light it with Nas

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

Pardon but I gotta of life now
Look at the nigga next to you now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like this right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over heart
Now let's say it all let the ceremony start
I shall, stay stay true stay holding figures
put a bitch over my niggas
I shall never, with the law
Never snake me I always hold you in war
If take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I break the oath to the death I swear
I swear how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's and thugs, though the science
Of a nigga yet to be found
So light up green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

Now tell me what y'all
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is your move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our pockets
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass '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, smoke with me
with me, light it up

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