Luyện nghe bài hát Smokefest 1999

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

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

Listen here, Tash be crashin' wit my beer
Tash be partied down as swingin' off the chandelier
Tash be here, Tash be
Tash be everywhere poppin'
I'm here to let you 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 same
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 about skrill
You know bout to pop if Likwit Crew is on the bill
You can ask my nigga Phil how this is, the weed
SmokeFest '99 something to the beat

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

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

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

I can be the you wanna bust 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 the microphone and that's wit a vice grip, really tightly

And I'm keepin the words crystal
So you gon' when you try to bite thee
Very nicely, my nigga, not a Pisces
But I likely, gon' fetch a of that green stuff
While I write G, yeah yeah

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

wet wounds, titty tanglin' tunes
Musty under arms, soul shlong
off in the drums, rhythm on the one
Stankonious under smellin' I'm comin' from son

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

Smoke, time

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

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 up mental food up in your gully basket

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

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

Smoke, SmokeFest

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smoke, SmokeFest