Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

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

Zoom, from space he comes
Blunt in his mouth with his on his gun
flapping they gums, do he be clapping and shooting guys
Actor or a movie star, revolutionized
What is his nation or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, lating, Asian read
Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the
Spit at judges, stepped on
But in reality, I just your galaxy
September '73, up in these streets
Fuckin these wild freaks, a of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em tearing my

Now me what y'all smoking
What heat 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, 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 smoke with one lung
If he cough he might die, passing me
The liquor almost empty
We about to collide, the enemy
Only way you die if it's to be
You fucking with a
No discussion is the principle we it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your mama
Like we cam to fix the sink, my of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit horse running from your body like Guns 1 and 2
fighting for you, who's gon' win?
The of time, or the hands of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your
Enter the fog dog, the light is guide
And you're gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda y'all holdin'
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 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 next to you now
Is he real, fake or
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 true stay holding
Never put a bitch over my
I never, cooperate with the law
snake me I always hold you down in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of
I break the oath to the death I swear
I that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's and thugs, though the science
Of a still yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it (just pass it around)

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

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

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

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

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