Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahim
(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 creep move potent
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns 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 I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Zoom, from space he comes
in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and shooting
or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What is his race or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, they 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 wild
these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my got 'em tearing my clothes

Now me what y'all smoking
kinda 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 niggaz
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 smoke with one lung
If he cough he might die, me trees
The liquor bottle's empty
We about to collide, with the
way you die if it's meant to be
You fucking with a
No discussion is the principle we it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your door
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, coming for you
Spirit horse running from your body like Young 1 and 2
Paramedics for you, who's gon' win?
The of time, or the hands of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is wake
Walk by your casket, in your face
Enter the fog dog, the is your guide
And when gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

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

but I gotta question of life now
Look at the nigga to you right now
Is he real, fake or
Do it like this niggas hands 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 holding figures
Never put a bitch over my
I shall never, with the law
snake me I always hold you down in war
If take one of mine, I take one of theirs
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 up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

Now tell me y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all
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, 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

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

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

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

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