Luyện nghe bài hát The Weedman

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

1:]
The weedman, the cannibus pack, the vegetables, the lettuce man, the 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 dance, side to side from left to right like this wit yo hands.
You one of my loyalest customers, you know I gone get ya,
Ima slide there in a minute & Ima smoke somethin' witcha.
This week I'm runnin' a special, I'm tryna have my doe, this week I'm um go for like 250 a O.
Some of us sellin' pills, of us sellin' blow.
Some of us got meals, & of us is poor.
Thats why I'm lettin' um go for the low low, duckin' & & dodgin' the po po.
um off for cheap, no boy, competitors can't compete, my prices is hard to beat,
affordable stay on my feet, shippin' & handlin', gamblin' my turkey bags don't leak.
Bieeetch!

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

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

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

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 therapuetic & healin', weed is a muscle relaxer. Its more right than wrong, it me write this song.
You might get the munchies & eat a muthafu'ka out they & home.
Alot of us smoke the hooka, of us smoke the bong, swisher sweets, backwoods, zig zags, or a kong.
My harvest game is sick, my strains & my seeds, my got a DUI for smoking too much weed,
you can look me right in the eye & that I'm keyed.
Cataracts, card, its hard too see & read.
Bieeetch!

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