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 when it probably out your ear,
I'ma look behind the finding all kinds of shit,
Hair pins, erasers, crumbled up of paper,
Broken pagers and a half of grits,

I slipped on my floor walking up the stairs,
Could still be 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,
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 out the screen door mac light in hand,
Searchin' down the leadin' to my van,
I hit the alarm and the just slides,
I check from front to back and to side,

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

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

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!

I got the Joint! But you ain't smoke it!
Come get cloudy, disappeared like hocus pocus,
klick tokas, royalty smokers,
Come around it like hocus 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 phony tryin' to make supply,
Yeah you sly in flashy suits,
Ya sellouts get the fuck here, bail out,
I sag my jeans rock and ??,
I got a 85 caddy, give a fuck the billboard,
You live at with your three car garage,
Your Ferrari, BM, and coutures,
I smoke hard large keep you guessin',
Up in the treehouse a bird, nestin',
Loungin' you'll be how I'm steppin',
It's a lookin' over my ground,
like 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 the Joint?
Naw, I got the Joint!

Yo I got the joint and it's with 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 your on the rent, they call me Johnny the evictor,
To play with my money is to with my emotions,
Like tokens in Vegas, ass is cash,

I got dank as it lingers out the chamber,
Mind blowin' smoke taste,
Frost have you lost seeing stars in space,
Laced up to the moon, then Neptune,
The Earth is greenest smokin' bong at Venus
The rings of Saturn lost in space,
Homebase it the place we the most weed,
I gots the is the bomb 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 gots the
Naw, I got the Joint!

Just a playa the big hair baby confide,
Still bumpin' getting high, red eyed,
1228 of bitches inside,
where the homies reside
We fly first class no ice on the wrist,
Rockin' links and wallet chains on their hips,
Saggin' jeans, DC's pocket of weed,
I got what you want me what you need,
And I'll proceed to 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 gonna it!
Come around get cloudy, disappeared hocus pocus,
klick tokas, royalty smokers,
Come around it disappears like pocus!!

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

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

wall hydroponic system,
Stealthy position with thousand watts,

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