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 smoking
What kinda heat holdin'
Well is your creep potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz 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

Zoom, from space he comes
in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be and shooting guys
Actor or a star, rapper revolutionized
What is his race nation or
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian they
Magazines say I walked on water, to the heavens
Spit at judges, stepped on
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 my clothes

Now tell me what smoking
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, keeping our bulginh
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of 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 almost empty
We to collide, with the enemy
way you die if it's meant to be
You with a general
No discussion is the principle we it's the end of you
Now we on your mama door
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit horse running from your body like Young 1 and 2
fighting for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the of medicine
Don't cry, witness fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is guide
And when you're gone all your gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda y'all holdin'
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, 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

but I gotta question of life now
Look at the nigga next to you now
Is he real, fake or
Do it this niggas right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it 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, cooperate the law
Never snake me I always hold you 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, though the
Of a nigga still yet to be
So up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat y'all
Well is creep 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 in motion
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

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

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

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