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 what y'all
What kinda heat 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, keeping our bulging
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

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

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

My nigga smoke with one
If he cough he die, passing me trees
The bottle's 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 we busting it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your mama
we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, angels for you
Spirit horse running from body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, gon' win?
The hands of time, or the of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in face
Enter the fog dog, the is your guide
And when you're gone all your niggas gon' light it 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 bulging
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my c'mon

Pardon but I gotta question of now
Look at the next to you right now
Is he real, or scared
Do it like this niggas hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over your
Now let's say it all let the ceremony start
I shall, stay stay true stay holding figures
Never put a over my niggas
I never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I always hold you in war
If they one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never 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 yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it around (just it around)

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 plan in
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz

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 with me, it up

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