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 what y'all
kinda heat 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, our pockets bulging
We got the in motion
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

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 guns I pass 'em to my 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 cough he might die, me trees
The bottle's almost empty
We to collide, with 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 on your mama door
Like we cam to fix the sink, my 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
Enter the fog dog, the light is guide
And when you're gone all your niggas light it with Nas

Now me what y'all smoking
What heat y'all holdin'
is your 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 pockets
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 nigga next to you now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like niggas right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it your heart
Now let's say it all together let the ceremony
I shall, stay real stay true stay figures
Never put a over my niggas
I never, cooperate with the law
snake me I always hold you down in war
If they take one of mine, I one of theirs
I never break the to the death I swear
I swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the
Of underworld's killers and thugs, the science
Of a still yet to be found
So light up some green, and it around (just pass it around)

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

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

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

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

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