Luyện nghe bài hát Smokefest 1999

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

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

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

'Cuz Tash is my name, start it wit a bang
Tash'll end it wit a, that's not the thing
split 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 about some skrill
You it's bout to pop if Likwit Crew is on the bill
You can ask my nigga Phil how this is, the weed
'99 burn 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 sixty bucks for a
"Yessir, we to smoke 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 that it seems that I'm already tonight
But I'm not though on them Black & Mild ones
And thinkin' 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 Alkaholiks daily
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 like the rope hot

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

And I'm keepin the words clear
So you correct 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 right

Hard life, now this
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

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

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

Smoke, time

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

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

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

Phil is willin' and ready, Phil is Raw Eddie
Phil be cuttin up like and confetti
Deadly, Phil the pain when I walk through the rain
Niggas be like "He sayin Phil again, 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 this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music
He goes by the of the Doctor Greenthumb, smoke 'em out

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

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

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 digits, but don't repeat it

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

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

Smoke, SmokeFest