Luyện nghe bài hát The Joint

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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

I'm gettin' amped up in different of mind,
I hit a for a track as I prepare my rhyme,
Sometimes I'm real high I don't lie,
at all these 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, give a fuck the billboard,
You live at large with your car garage,
Your Ferrari, BM, and coutures,
I smoke hard blow keep you guessin',
Up in the like a bird, nestin',
Loungin' be amazed how I'm steppin',
It's a blessin' over my ground,
Eyes a owl head rotates around,
360 degrees in a

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!

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

I got incredible as it lingers out the chamber,
Mind blowin' smoke taste,
Jack Frost have you lost stars in space,
up to the moon, Pluto then Neptune,
The Earth is smokin' bong loads at Venus
The rings of Saturn gettin' in space,
Homebase it the place we blaze the weed,
I gots the is the bomb ass...

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 gots the
Naw, I got the Joint!

Just a playa with the big hair confide,
bumpin' getting high, constantly red eyed,
1228 full of inside,
where the homies reside
We fly class with no ice on the wrist,
Rockin' vertebrae links and wallet chains on hips,
jeans, DC's pocket full of weed,
I got what you tell me what you need,
And proceed to bust out the pounds and break em down,
Got connections BC, and Chi-Town,
With the up down south or the inbetween,
Red, purple, orange, or the green,

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

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

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

Back wall system,
Stealthy with couple thousand watts,

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