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 y'all
What 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 in motion
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Zoom, from outer he comes
in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and shooting
Actor or a movie star, revolutionized
What is his nation or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian they
say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, 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 mystique got 'em tearing my

Now tell me what y'all
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 in motion
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

My nigga smoke with one
If he he might die, passing me trees
The liquor bottle's almost
We about to collide, with the
Only way you die if it's to be
You with a general
No discussion is the principle we 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 fighting for you, who's win?
The hands of time, or the hands of
Don't cry, witness fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in face
Enter the fog dog, the is your guide
And when you're gone all your niggas gon' it with Nas

Now tell me y'all smoking
kinda 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 bulging
We got the in motion
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

but I gotta question of life now
Look at the nigga to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like this niggas right in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over your
Now let's say it all together let the start
I shall, stay real stay true stay figures
Never put a bitch over my
I shall never, with the law
Never snake me I always hold you in war
If they one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the death I
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 light up some green, and it around (just pass it around)

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat holdin'
Well is your move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz
We bi-coastin, our pockets bulging
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

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

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

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