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 y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all
Well is your move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of 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

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

Now me what y'all smoking
What heat y'all holdin'
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 plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

My nigga with one lung
If he he might die, passing me trees
The liquor bottle's almost
We to collide, with the enemy
way you die if it's meant to be
You fucking with a
No discussion is the principle we busting 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 your body like Young 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, who's 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 is your guide
And when you're gone all your niggas gon' it with Nas

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda heat y'all
Well is 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 'em to my niggaz c'mon

but I gotta question of life 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 and put it over your heart
Now let's say it all let the ceremony start
I shall, stay stay true stay holding 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 take one of
I never break the oath to the I swear
I swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the
Of underworld's killers and thugs, the science
Of a nigga still yet to be
So light up green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

Now tell me y'all smoking
What heat y'all 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 plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

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

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

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

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