Luyện nghe bài hát The Weedman

Ayee mama, I the weedman! Ayee mama, I know the weedman!
mama, I know the weedman! Weedman, hes my friend. [x2]

1:]
The weedman, the cannibus pack, the vegetables, the man, the hydrogen laugh,
the cure, the grass, the medicine, the farmers, the club, the and the citizens.
The caters, the champ that amped um for the bands.
You will wanna learn this dance, side to side from left to like this wit yo hands.
You one of my loyalest customers, you know I ain't get ya,
Ima slide through in a minute & Ima smoke somethin' witcha.
This week I'm runnin' a special, I'm have my doe, this week I'm lettin' um go for like 250 a O.
Some of us sellin' pills, some of us blow.
Some of us got meals, & of us is poor.
Thats why I'm lettin' um go for the low low, & ditchin' & dodgin' the po po.
Gettin' um off for cheap, no boy, can't compete, my prices is hard to beat,
affordable tryna stay on my feet, shippin' & handlin', my turkey bags don't leak.
Bieeetch!

Ayee mama, I know the weedman! mama, I know the weedman!
Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Weedman, hes my friend.

2:]
On the hush hush, the majority of the time I really like to flamboast to much,
the jealous will drop a dime & try too tell on us.
In my of work not even your bestfriend ya trust, thas why I always pack a 9 in case I gotta bust,
speakin' of bust I think that rhymes cannibus.
Marijawana & I'm the who gotta lighter.
& higher, the new thing is a vaporizer, the other day ago they had to rush my folks to kaiser,
cause his heart was a beat & it was off track, but really & truly my folks was havin' a panic attack.
Everybody ain't built to reef, but some of us smoke the time we wake up too the time we go to sleep.
I'm on my way back from New on my 7th tank of petro,
in my new school Lincoln Navi, my decoy right behind me,
takin' the back roads, customers on hold, as I get in the city limits this sh't is good as sold.
Bieeetch!

mama, I know the weedman! Ayee mama, I know the weedman!
Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Weedman, hes my friend.

3:]
UGHH! I got that white widow, that diesel, them northern lights, that kush, that afghani,
that champagne, purple haze I push. Indoor, outdoor either or it don't matter,
smoking weed is & healin', weed is a muscle relaxer. Its more right than wrong, it helped me write this song.
You might get the munchies & eat a out they house & home.
Alot of us the hooka, alot of us smoke the bong, swisher sweets, backwoods, zig zags, or a kong.
My harvest game is sick, my strains & my seeds, my potnah got a DUI for too much weed,
you can look me right in the eye & tell I'm keyed.
Cataracts, cannibus card, its too see & read.
Bieeetch!

Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Ayee mama, I the weedman!
Ayee mama, I the weedman! Weedman, hes my friend. [x2]