Luyện nghe bài hát Smokefest 1999

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Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to '99
I'm you all could 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 y'all 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 bought it off the ice truck

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

Tash 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 rollin' wit King T, and we all in the same

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

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

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

Higher soul but to myself I gotta be composin' that fly shit
And you Alkaholiks daily
So punk you better duck bitch
What do you need boy, rap and some my are still in the trap
I mean the dope spot, but the slangin' got my like the rope hot

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

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

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

Soakin' wet wounds, titty tanglin'
Musty under arms, soul shlong
Bump off in the drums, on the one
under smellin' where I'm comin' from son

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

Smoke, SmokeFest

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

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

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

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

Smoke, SmokeFest

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

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

SmokeFest, expandin' chest
bless best, for you to step back
'Cuz your lyrics are like cess weed, yes

The session you to retrieve it
It's ten niggas in a smokin' a spliff, believe it, retrieve it
the counter, can you conceive it
I give you Doctor Greenthumb digits, but repeat it

The Crew and the Buddah Masters together
Gettin' you higher and fuckin' you up much faster
Zig Zags, blunt leafs, pipes and
All be gettin' smoked at the Buddha shows

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

Smoke, SmokeFest