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 this SmokeFest this year
All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost bucks, baby

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

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

'Cuz Tash is my name, 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 T, and we all in the same game

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The day you is when 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 suck it up, button up, go ahead and do thing
For I'm high

Smoke, time

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
Phil on the break, on the break

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

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

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

Smoke, time

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smoke, SmokeFest