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 when it probably out your ear,
I'ma behind the couch 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,
Could still be hidin' in my hair,
my ear nestled in the back, but it ain't,
I know because I checked, I'm still for the dank,

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

I jumped out the screen mac light in hand,
Searchin' down the sidewalk 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 paid to skate,
Bling, (ring), hello, I it fell by your gate,

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

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!

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

I'm gettin' up in different states of mind,
I hit a for a track as I prepare my rhyme,
Sometimes I'm high besides I don't lie,
at all these phony people tryin' to make supply,
Yeah you sly in flashy suits,
Ya sellouts get the fuck outta here, out,
I sag my rock hemp and ??,
I got a 85 caddy, give a about the billboard,
You live at with your three car garage,
Your Ferrari, BM, and coutures,
I smoke hard blow large you guessin',
Up in the treehouse a bird, nestin',
Loungin' be amazed how I'm steppin',
a blessin' lookin' 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 with precision,
Precisely sliced in the ends incisions,
It's like religion, my blunt routine,
It's a process and yet it guaranteed,
By me (by who?), Motherfuckin' Richter,
If your late on the rent, they me Johnny the evictor,
To play with my money is to with my emotions,
Like tokens in Vegas, ass is cash,

I got incredible as it lingers out the chamber,
Mind smoke unbelievable taste,
Jack Frost have you seeing 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,
it the place we blaze the most weed,
I gots the is the bomb ass...

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!

Just a playa with the big hair confide,
Still bumpin' high, constantly red eyed,
1228 full of inside,
1605 where the homies
We fly first class no ice on the wrist,
Rockin' vertebrae links and wallet chains on hips,
jeans, DC's pocket full of weed,
I got what you want tell me you need,
And I'll proceed to bust out the and break em down,
Got connections BC, 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 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 then they gonna see my crops,

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