Luyện nghe bài hát The Joint

Yo, You the joint?
Naw, I got the joint!
Yo, got the joint?
We all got the joint!

We all on point!
We all on point!

Yo, You gots the
Naw, I got the Joint!

Where when it fell out your ear,
I'ma behind the couch finding all kinds of shit,
Hair pins, erasers, up pieces of paper,
Broken and a half pack of grits,

'cause I on my floor walking up the stairs,
Could still be camouflaged in my hair,
my ear nestled in the back, but it ain't,
I know because I checked, I'm searchin' for the dank,

You probably it out with your old pack of cigarettes,
Look in the trashcan as high as you get,
Sometimes you forget smokin' one to hits,
About to look in my Caddy down the bricks,

I out the screen door mac light in hand,
down the sidewalk leadin' to my van,
I hit the alarm and the just slides,
I from front to back and side to side,

Then I let the Alpine play, got the six changer, read out display,
my boy Dave who gets paid to skate,
Bling, (ring), hello, I it fell by your gate,

it's not in my van so I checked my jeep
Limited edition 4x4 with seats
in the ashtray and only found a roach
I was so fuckin' I forgot that we had smoked...

Yo, You the joint?
Naw, I got the joint!
Yo, got the joint?
We all got the joint!

We all on point!
We all on point!

Yo, You the Joint?
Naw, I got the Joint!

I got the Joint! But you ain't smoke it!
around get cloudy, disappeared like hocus pocus,
King tokas, royalty smokers,
Come around it disappears like pocus!!

I'm gettin' amped up in states of mind,
I hit a depth for a track as I my rhyme,
Sometimes I'm real besides I don't lie,
Look at all these people tryin' to make supply,
Yeah you sly in your suits,
Ya sellouts get the outta here, bail out,
I sag my jeans rock and ??,
I got a 85 caddy, give a about the billboard,
You live at large with three car garage,
Ferrari, BM, and Lamborgini coutures,
I smoke hard blow large you guessin',
Up in the like a bird, nestin',
Loungin' you'll be how I'm steppin',
It's a lookin' over my ground,
like a owl head rotates around,
360 degrees in a

Yo, You the joint?
Naw, I got the joint!
Yo, Who's got the
We all got the joint!

We all on point!
We all on point!

Yo, You the Joint?
Naw, I got the Joint!

Yo I got the and it's rolled with precision,
sliced in the ends surgical incisions,
It's religion, my blunt rollin' routine,
It's a process and yet it guaranteed,
By me (by who?), Motherfuckin' Richter,
If late on the rent, they call me Johnny the evictor,
To play with my money is to play my emotions,
Like tokens in Vegas, ass is cash,

I got dank as it lingers out the chamber,
Mind blowin' unbelievable taste,
Frost have you lost seeing stars in space,
Laced up to the moon, Pluto Neptune,
The Earth is greenest smokin' loads at Venus
The rings of Saturn lost in space,
Homebase it the place we the most weed,
I the joint is the bomb ass...

Yo, You gots the
Naw, I got the joint!
Yo, got the joint?
We all got the joint!

We all on point!
We all on point!

Yo, You gots the
Naw, I got the Joint!

Just a with the big hair baby confide,
Still bumpin' high, constantly red eyed,
full of bitches inside,
1605 where the reside
We fly first class no ice on the wrist,
vertebrae links and wallet chains on their hips,
Saggin' jeans, DC's pocket of weed,
I got what you want tell me you need,
And I'll proceed to bust out the pounds and em down,
Got connections BC, and Chi-Town,
With the up north down or the inbetween,
Red, purple, orange, or the green,

I got the Joint! But you ain't smoke it!
Come around get cloudy, disappeared like pocus,
King klick tokas, smokers,
Come around it disappears like pocus!!

Yo who's peepin' in my window,
Hope it's not a po po 'cause then they see my crops,

I got the Joint! But you gonna smoke it!
Come around get cloudy, disappeared hocus pocus,
King klick tokas, smokers,
Come it disappears like hocus pocus!!

Back wall system,
Stealthy position couple thousand watts,

I got the Joint! But you ain't gonna it!
Come around get cloudy, disappeared like pocus,
klick tokas, royalty smokers,
Come around it disappears hocus pocus!!