Luyện nghe bài hát Old Time's Sake

evening!
This is your fucking speaking
We will soon be reaching an altitude of million and a half feet
That's eight miles in the sky
Please, undo seat belt for takeoff
You are now free to smoke about the

I'm Dre from in the day from
NWA black and the gray from
Choking a bitch to smacking her face
up bodies to
Racking their up from
a bitch to
Stacking crates up
I'm still
And I'm back a tapeworm
And we was happening and and tame at me
for us competition
Faggot, there none

Speak of the
It's of the rain man
Chainsaw in hand, blood on my apron
Soon as the blade spun run, they run from
Who wanna dungeon?
No one is from
In search of a brain
A one
Wait, the day funny man
urgent
I one
Two of detergent and a paint gun
And an emergency squirt gun to A-1

So one more for old time's sake
Dre, drop beat and scratch that brake
Now blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And go
You are now with the best (the best)
I one more time for old time's sake
Dre, drop beat and scratch that brake
Now just send a little bit of smoke my way
And go
You are now smoking the best (the best)

Smoke in the sky like Verizon wireless
A nice
Surprised, entirely hypnotized by the I surround the hydrants
Taking lives of
Say goodbye, I am again
Naked and Vicadin
Before I begin to get so high; pussy boy, I spin
Fin, fin
Fuck the handle I fly off the
Let that boy off the bench, and throw it to him
There he in his trench coat, no clothes again
Baby, us some French toast and show us some skin
I show you inch grows of my foreskin
Show me nipple I pinch, throw up, and up a ten
Now you know it's a sin to tease, blow us
The of intercourse, if it's forced, it's him
Don't fight the if you're feeling the force within
And when you wake up in the morning to the porcelain

So one more for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat and that brake
Now just blow a bit of that smoke my way
And go
You are now smoking the best (the best)
I one more time for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that
Now just send a bit of that smoke my way
And go
You are now smoking with the (the best)

Now there's smoke, there's fire
Where fire, there's flames
there's flames, there's chronic
Either you high or you
I got no for no games

Nah uh, he playin'
He's get the AK and aim it right at your brain
I'm slightly
Vodka and
and red bull
It's an incredible energy
And it's given me
I I can fly
While I pee on a
You won't me, CSI
as easy as pie
And as simple as
Dre, get on the mic and them tremble and shake

Now put your up in the air
And raise your and coke
And if you really wanna get fucked up, just let me
We can smoke till there's no more lighter to do it
get into it
You smoking with the and truest
I got the Midas
When it comes to shit up
You ain't smoking
You just shit up
Now we go
get up, get down, hold up a blunt
I the kinda stuff that make the records go number one
Cuz if at first you don't succeed, won't hurt to smoke weed
Now them words are just a little more for me
Seeing is how I up off of puffing them trees

Well puffing ain't for me
Fuck yeah, it up Cheech, come on
me out, cuz
Give me contact
Get me on
They love me I'm on that stuff
But this earth Shady, man come on back (what?)
Man we're losing him; he won't even back (fuck! )
Now at all the pretty women in here
(Damn bitches)
Dre, hot
I think we better go check on temperatures
I give the thermometer
You get the
Now baby just over
This hurt a damn bit,

And give me one time for old time's sake
Dre, drop beat and scratch that brake
Now blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And go
You are now smoking with the (the best)
I said one more time for old sake
Dre, drop that beat and scratch that
Now just a little bit of that smoke my way
And go
You are now smoking the best (the best)