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 y'all smoking
What heat y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin, our pockets 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 outer space he
Blunt in his mouth his hand on his gun
Bitches they gums, do he be clapping and shooting guys
Actor or a movie star, revolutionized
What is his race or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian read
Magazines say I walked on water, to the heavens
at judges, stepped on peasants
But in reality, I entered your galaxy
September '73, up in wild streets
Fuckin these wild freaks, a of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em tearing my

Now tell me y'all smoking
What kinda y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move
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 c'mon

My nigga with one lung
If he cough he die, passing me trees
The liquor bottle's almost
We about to collide, with the
Only way you die if it's to be
You fucking with a
No discussion is the we busting it's the end of you
Now we on your mama door
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, coming for you
Spirit horse running from your body like Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics for you, who's gon' win?
The of time, or the hands of medicine
cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your
Enter the fog dog, the light is your
And when you're gone all your niggas light it with Nas

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

but I gotta question of life now
Look at the nigga next to you now
Is he real, fake or
Do it like this niggas hands in the air
it to a fist 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, cooperate the law
Never snake me I always you down in war
If they take one of mine, I one of theirs
I never the oath to the death I swear
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 green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

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

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

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