Luyện nghe bài hát The Joint

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!

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

'cause I on my floor walking up the stairs,
Could still be hidin' 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 threw it out with your old of cigarettes,
Look in the trashcan you're as as you get,
Sometimes you forget smokin' one to hits,
About to look in my down the walkway bricks,

I jumped out the door mac light in hand,
Searchin' down the sidewalk to my van,
I hit the and the door just slides,
I check from front to 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 think it by your gate,

Well it's not in my van so I my jeep
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 gonna it!
Come around get cloudy, disappeared hocus pocus,
klick tokas, royalty smokers,
Come around it disappears like pocus!!

I'm amped up in different states of mind,
I hit a depth for a track as I my rhyme,
I'm real high besides I don't lie,
Look at all these phony people to make supply,
Yeah you sly in flashy suits,
Ya sellouts get the fuck outta here, out,
I sag my jeans hemp and ??,
I got a 85 caddy, give a about the billboard,
You live at with your three car garage,
Ferrari, BM, and Lamborgini coutures,
I smoke hard blow large you guessin',
Up in the like a bird, nestin',
you'll be amazed how I'm steppin',
It's a blessin' lookin' my ground,
Eyes 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 gots the
Naw, I got the Joint!

Yo I got the joint and it's rolled precision,
Precisely sliced in the surgical incisions,
It's like religion, my blunt routine,
a process 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 money is to play my emotions,
Like in Vegas, your ass is cash,

I got incredible 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 bong loads at Venus
The rings of Saturn 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, 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!

Just a playa the big hair baby confide,
Still 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 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 around get cloudy, like hocus pocus,
King tokas, royalty smokers,
Come around it disappears hocus pocus!!

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

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

Back wall system,
Stealthy position with couple watts,

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