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

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

Now tell me what smoking
What kinda heat 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 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 with one lung
If he he might die, passing me trees
The liquor bottle's almost
We to collide, with the enemy
Only way you die if meant to be
You fucking with a
No discussion is the principle we busting 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 horse from your body like Young 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, this is wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your
Enter the fog dog, the light is your
And when you're gone all your niggas gon' it with Nas

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

but I gotta question of life now
Look at the nigga next to you now
Is he real, fake or
Do it like niggas right hands in the air
it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now say it all together let the ceremony start
I shall, stay real stay stay holding figures
Never put a bitch over my
I never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I always hold you in war
If they take one of mine, I one of theirs
I break the oath to the death I swear
I that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's killers and thugs, the science
Of a nigga still yet to be
So light up some green, and pass it around (just it around)

Now me what 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, keeping our pockets
We got the plan in
I got a bunch of and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon

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

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

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

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