Luyện nghe bài hát Smokefest 1999

Smoke blunt
Yo, grab a seat, welcome to SmokeFest '99
I'm glad you all make it
As you can see admission was free this SmokeFest year
All the weed you see is free, but the blunts sixty bucks, baby

CaTashTraphe , I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four
If niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents
'Cuz Tash fuck it up, twist it up wit luck
My style is cold like I it off the ice cream truck

Listen here, Tash be niggas wit my beer
Tash be down as fuck swingin' off the chandelier
Tash be here, be there
Tash be everywhere poppin'
I'm to let you know fuckin' wit me is not an option

'Cuz is my name, Tash'll start it wit a bang
Tash'll end it wit a, that's not the thing
Tash'll your frame, Tash swings like gold chains
I be wit King T, and we all in the same game

But enough about CaTash, let's talk about some
You know bout to pop if Likwit Crew is on the bill
You can ask my nigga Phil how real is, the weed
SmokeFest '99 something to the beat

man, y'all came all the way from where, man?
"All the way Mobile, Alabama"
(Smoke, time)
Oh yeah, you got bucks for a blunt?
"Yessir, we came to smoke blunts wit you baby"

I was lookin' to get my skull blowed up like Kid Dynamtie, the time is
Be ridin' the track so fiercely that it seems that I'm already tonight
But I'm not just on them Black & Mild ones
And people thinkin' I'm the wild one 'cuz I be
And rippin' the track and verbally attackin' on yo' for fun

Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin' that fly
And you notifying Alkaholiks
So punk motherfucker you better bitch
do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap
I mean the dope spot, but the slangin' got my snappin' like the hot

I can be the player you bust wit
Or nigga you don't wanna go fuck wit
Or nup wit, you dick, so why you all up on my nuts quick
I hold the microphone and that's wit a grip, really tightly

And I'm keepin the crystal clear
So you gon' correct when you try to thee
Very nicely, Aquemini my nigga, not a
But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green
While I G, yeah yeah right

life, now picture this
A nigga in jail, rappin' his folk in the next cell
wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom
Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon

wet wounds, titty tanglin' tunes
Musty under arms, soul charm
Bump off in the drums, on the one
Stankonious under smellin' where I'm from son

The day you is when you start to die
The in between us will mean the most, I toast my high
gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry
But it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing
For I'm high

Smoke, SmokeFest

Yo yo yo, I'm writing, you can call me Philly Titan
Reciting to you an interview like Phil
Me and my crew, Los Angeles, scandalous, like Watergate
Phil on the break, on the break

Phil fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin'
out your taxes, I'm writin' exact on my axis
From my head down to my Air Max's, Phil waxes and
Phil also fills up mental up in your gully basket

My name is Jason I fill out my application
To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled they facin'
Phil feel the ration, Phil the adrenaline
I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be "Phil is illin'!"

Phil is willin' and ready, is Raw like Eddie
Phil be cuttin up like and confetti
Deadly, Phil feel the pain when I walk the rain
Niggas be like "He sayin Phil again, Phil again, again"

Smoke, SmokeFest

Hey hey hey
Peace rap world, I'd like to make a special right about now
We have a special guest just stepped in the house
You know this man, he the cat in rap music
He goes by the name of the Doctor Greenthumb, 'em out

Now I be, rollin' and smokin' and holdin the sack
When my lungs be gettin' swollen, hittin' the bong
For chronic ironic, the hydroponic
We got it, robotic you on melodic tricks of sonic

SmokeFest, expandin' your
Buddha best, for you to step back
'Cuz your lyrics are cess weed, yes indeed

The you need to retrieve it
It's ten niggas in a circle a spliff, believe it, retrieve it
Over the counter, can you it
I give you Greenthumb digits, but don't repeat it

The Brew and the Buddah Masters together
Gettin' you and fuckin' you up that much faster
Zig Zags, leafs, pipes and bong-bowls
All be gettin' smoked at the Buddha shows

Excuse me, if it seems too
The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel
Let me mash out, I'm breakin' the out, the hash out
I roll into the studio and smoke my nigga out
(Smoke, time)
Wit that Doctor shit, know what I mean?

Smoke, SmokeFest