Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

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 I pass 'em to my niggaz 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 '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 star, rapper revolutionized
What is his race nation or
Is he Arabic, black, lating, they read
Magazines say I walked on water, to the heavens
at judges, stepped on peasants
But in reality, I just entered your
'73, up in these wild streets
Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of (God damn)
And my got 'em tearing my clothes

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

My nigga smoke one lung
If he he might die, passing me trees
The liquor almost empty
We about to collide, with the
Only way you die if meant to be
You fucking a general
No discussion is the principle we busting the end of you
Now we knocking on mama door
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit running from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
fighting for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the of medicine
Don't cry, your fate, this is your wake
Walk by casket, spit in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is your
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 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 in motion
I got a of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

Pardon but I gotta of life now
Look at the nigga to you right now
Is he real, fake or
Do it like this right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over your
Now let's say it all together let the start
I shall, stay stay true stay holding figures
Never put a bitch over my
I shall never, cooperate the law
snake me I always hold you down in war
If take 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 underworld's killers and thugs, though the
Of a still yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it around (just it around)

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

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

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

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

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