Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda heat y'all
Well is your move potent
I got a bunch of 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, outer space he comes
Blunt in his mouth with his on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be and shooting guys
or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What is his race or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian read
Magazines say I on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, on peasants
But in reality, I entered your galaxy
September '73, up in these wild
Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of (God damn)
And my got 'em tearing my clothes

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

My nigga smoke one lung
If he cough he might die, me trees
The liquor almost empty
We about to collide, with the
way you die if it's meant to be
You with a general
No discussion is the principle we busting the end of you
Now we knocking on mama door
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit horse running from your like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, who's gon'
The hands of time, or the hands of
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your
Walk by your casket, in your face
Enter the fog dog, the is your guide
And when you're gone all niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda y'all holdin'
is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, keeping our bulging
We got the in motion
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

Now me what y'all smoking
kinda 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, our pockets bulging
We got the in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

Want to get high, come smoke 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