Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda y'all holdin'
Well is 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 of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Zoom, from outer space he
Blunt in his with his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and guys
Actor or a movie star, revolutionized
What is his race nation or
Is he Arabic, black, lating, they read
Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the
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 got 'em tearing my clothes

Now me what y'all smoking
kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is your move potent
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, our pockets 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 smoke with one
If he cough he might die, me trees
The liquor bottle's almost
We about to collide, the enemy
Only way you die if meant to be
You with a general
No discussion is the principle we it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your door
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit horse running your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of
cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, in your face
the fog dog, the light is your guide
And when you're gone all your niggas light it with Nas

Now tell me what y'all
kinda heat y'all 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 pockets
We got the plan in
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Pardon but I question of life now
Look at the next to you right now
Is he real, fake or
Do it like this niggas right in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over your
Now let's say it all let the ceremony start
I shall, stay real stay true stay holding
Never put a bitch my niggas
I never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I hold you down in war
If they one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the death I
I swear how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's killers and thugs, though the
Of a nigga still yet to be
So light up some green, and pass it around (just it around)

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda heat 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 bulging
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 me, light it up

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

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

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