Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

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

Zoom, from outer space he
Blunt in his with his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping 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, they read
Magazines say I on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, on peasants
But in reality, I entered 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 y'all
What kinda y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move
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 in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

My nigga smoke one lung
If he cough he might die, me trees
The liquor almost empty
We about to collide, the enemy
Only way you die if meant to be
You with a general
No discussion is the we busting it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your door
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, angels 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 of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your
Walk by your casket, in your face
Enter the fog dog, the is your guide
And when you're gone all your gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me y'all smoking
kinda heat y'all 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 guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Pardon but I gotta question of now
Look at the next to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like this niggas hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it your heart
Now say it all together let the ceremony start
I shall, stay real stay true stay holding
Never put a bitch my niggas
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 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 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, 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

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

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

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

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