Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

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

Zoom, outer space he comes
Blunt in his mouth his hand on his gun
flapping they gums, do he be clapping and shooting guys
Actor or a movie star, rapper
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
'73, up in these 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 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 bulginh
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

My nigga with one lung
If he cough he might die, passing me
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 principle we it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your mama
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, coming for you
Spirit horse running from body like Young Guns 1 and 2
fighting for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the of medicine
cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, in your face
Enter the fog dog, the is your guide
And when you're gone all niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda heat holdin'
Well is your creep move
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
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

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

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

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

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

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

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