Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat holdin'
Well is your creep move
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 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
in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be and shooting guys
Actor or a movie star, rapper
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, stepped on
But in reality, I just entered your
'73, up in these wild streets
Fuckin these wild freaks, a of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em tearing my

Now tell me y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all
Well is your move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our bulginh
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 with one lung
If he cough he might die, me trees
The liquor almost empty
We about to collide, with the
Only way you die if it's to be
You with a general
No is the principle 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, coming for you
Spirit horse running your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of
Don't cry, witness fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is your
And when you're gone all niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat holdin'
is your creep move potent
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 bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

Pardon but I gotta question of now
Look at the nigga to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like niggas right hands in the air
it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now let's say it all together let the ceremony
I shall, real stay true stay holding figures
Never put a bitch my niggas
I never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I 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 that's how we pledge allegiance, to the
Of underworld's and thugs, though the science
Of a nigga yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it around (just it around)

Now tell me what smoking
kinda 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, our pockets bulging
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

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

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

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

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