Luyện nghe bài hát The Joint

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!

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

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

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

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

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

Well it's not in my van so I checked my
Limited edition 4x4 with leather
Looked in the ashtray and only found a
I was so high I forgot 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 gonna smoke it!
Come around get cloudy, disappeared hocus pocus,
klick tokas, royalty smokers,
Come around it disappears hocus pocus!!

I'm gettin' 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 tryin' to supply,
you sly in your flashy suits,
Ya sellouts get the fuck here, bail 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 hard blow 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 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,
Precisely in the ends surgical 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 with my money is to play with my emotions,
Like tokens in Vegas, ass is cash,

I got incredible dank as it out the chamber,
Mind blowin' unbelievable taste,
Jack Frost have you lost seeing in space,
Laced up to the moon, then Neptune,
The Earth is greenest bong loads at Venus
The rings of Saturn gettin' in space,
Homebase it the place we the most 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!

Just a playa with the big hair confide,
bumpin' getting high, constantly red eyed,
1228 full of inside,
1605 where the homies
We fly first with no ice on the wrist,
Rockin' vertebrae and wallet chains on their 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 BC, Cali 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, like hocus pocus,
King klick tokas, smokers,
Come it disappears like hocus pocus!!

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

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

Back wall system,
Stealthy with couple thousand watts,

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