Luyện nghe bài hát Smokin'

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

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda y'all holdin'
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, 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

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

Now tell me what y'all
What kinda heat y'all
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, keeping our bulginh
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

My nigga smoke with one
If he he might die, passing me trees
The liquor bottle's almost
We about to collide, with the
way you die if it's meant to be
You fucking a general
No is the principle we busting it's 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 running from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of
Don't cry, witness your fate, 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 gon' light it Nas

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat holdin'
Well is your creep 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 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 nigga next to you now
Is he real, or scared
Do it this niggas right hands in the air
Ball it to a and put it over your heart
Now say it all together let the ceremony start
I shall, stay real true 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 take one of mine, I take one of
I break the oath to the death I swear
I swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the
Of underworld's and thugs, though the science
Of a still yet to be found
So up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

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

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

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