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 the Joint?
Naw, I got the Joint!

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

'cause I slipped on my floor 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 your old pack of cigarettes,
Look in the trashcan as high as you get,
you forget smokin' one to many hits,
About to look in my Caddy down the bricks,

I out the screen door mac light in hand,
Searchin' down the leadin' to my van,
I hit the alarm and the door slides,
I from 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 think it by your gate,

Well it's not in my van so I checked my
Limited edition 4x4 with seats
Looked in the ashtray and only found a
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 the Joint?
Naw, I got the Joint!

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

I'm gettin' up in different states of mind,
I hit a depth for a as I prepare my rhyme,
Sometimes I'm high besides I don't lie,
Look at all these people tryin' to make supply,
you sly in your flashy suits,
Ya get the fuck outta here, bail out,
I sag my jeans rock and ??,
I got a 85 caddy, give a fuck the billboard,
You live at large with three car garage,
Ferrari, BM, and Lamborgini coutures,
I smoke hard large keep you guessin',
Up in the treehouse a bird, nestin',
you'll 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 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 ends incisions,
It's like religion, my 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,
tokens in Vegas, your ass is cash,

I got incredible dank as it out the chamber,
Mind blowin' unbelievable taste,
Jack Frost have you lost stars in space,
up to the moon, Pluto then Neptune,
The Earth is greenest smokin' bong at Venus
The rings of Saturn gettin' in space,
Homebase it the place we blaze the weed,
I the joint 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 the big hair baby confide,
bumpin' getting high, constantly red eyed,
1228 full of inside,
1605 where the homies
We fly class with no ice on the wrist,
vertebrae links and wallet chains on their hips,
Saggin' jeans, DC's full of weed,
I got what you tell me what you need,
And I'll proceed to bust out the and break em down,
Got BC, Cali 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 gonna it!
Come around get cloudy, disappeared hocus pocus,
King tokas, royalty smokers,
Come around it like hocus pocus!!

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

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

Back wall system,
Stealthy position 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!!