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
What heat y'all holdin'
is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of 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, outer 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 movie star, revolutionized
What is his nation or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian they
Magazines say I on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, stepped on
But in reality, I just entered your
September '73, up in wild streets
Fuckin wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em my clothes

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda 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 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 smoke with one lung
If he he might die, passing me trees
The liquor almost empty
We about to collide, the enemy
Only way you die if it's to be
You fucking a general
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 your like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the of medicine
Don't cry, your 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 niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me y'all smoking
What kinda heat 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, keeping our bulging
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns 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, 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 me I always hold you down in war
If they take one of mine, I one of theirs
I never break the oath to the death I
I swear that's how we allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's and thugs, though the science
Of a still yet to be found
So up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat y'all
Well is creep 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 bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

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

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

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

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