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 probably out your ear,
I'ma look behind the finding all kinds of shit,
Hair pins, erasers, up pieces of paper,
pagers and a half pack of grits,

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

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

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

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

Well it's not in my van so I checked my
edition 4x4 with leather seats
Looked in the ashtray and only a roach
I was so fuckin' high I that we had smoked...

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!

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

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

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 the Joint?
Naw, I got the Joint!

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

I got dank as it lingers out the chamber,
blowin' smoke unbelievable taste,
Jack Frost have you seeing stars in space,
Laced up to the moon, Pluto Neptune,
The is greenest smokin' bong loads at Venus
The rings of gettin' lost in space,
Homebase it the place we blaze the weed,
I gots the joint is the 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!

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

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

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

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

Back wall system,
Stealthy position with thousand watts,

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