Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now tell me what smoking
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, our pockets bulging
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

Now tell me y'all smoking
What 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 pockets
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

My nigga with one lung
If he he might die, passing me trees
The bottle's almost empty
We about to collide, with the
Only way you die if meant to be
You fucking with a
No discussion is the principle we busting the end of you
Now we on your mama door
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit horse running from body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics for you, who's gon' win?
The of time, or the hands of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your
the fog dog, the light is your guide
And when you're gone all your gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat holdin'
Well is creep 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 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 next to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like this niggas right in the air
Ball it to a and put it over your heart
Now let's say it all together let the ceremony
I shall, stay real true stay holding figures
Never put a bitch over my
I never, cooperate with the law
Never 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 how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
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 tell me y'all smoking
What 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 plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

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

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

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

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