Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Tha Fat Joint

Then that joint

( *in the )
the joint, man?
got it
I got it

Check it out
Mad in the house
in the house
And she finna kick it like
on now
on

[ verse 1: ]
So call me the spark, held by the flame
again my beats make white boys reclaim
A stain on your brain, and yet I'm stayin the
Bust another rhyme, move the hard time
My lifeline revolves into a of zero
And like for real I never liked no superficial
Now joint is fat, so spark up that fat joint
And yes, you best believe I'm born again to prove my
To say the least, I know you know that won't stop
I smooth will get wreck, then me the joint

it around
Pass it
Pass it (2x)

[ ]
is the key to this freestyle
Hip-hop style, while in the meanwhile
Stride, glide, and all that good
to the rhythm of this jazz, it's rough
You're crippled in the brain from a late night
The government is run by the and the creatures
Hanger for the hook-up, for the jab junk
They're in your speaker with the funk-fu-fu-funk
Some want you to say today I can't fit on one
Take out the and begin to rollin papers
I roll the blunt or a spliff or a fattie
Feelin like a hood with a beanie in a
I love my herb, I my money, cause I'm young, matty
Never eat the pork, cause it's much, too fatty
So come down, selector, and me my props
I'm runnin through a of marihuana crops
I'm thinkin, all the green, fat, crazy, buds
Flow on the instrumental, this rhyme is not a dud

[ ]
Gettin crazy blunted, and never say I fronted
On the raps, I take the track and run it
Into the ground, I'm ghetto number one
Rhymes are kinda fat two tons of fun
Smash, boom, bam! and I sound flam
It's nigga king tee with the mad kap band
Gettin stupid high off the chocolate ghetto
So pass the dutchie on the side
King tee and nef, and the rhymes are on
But now it's for coke to pass the fuckin joint

Pass it
it around
Pass it (5x)

[ tee ]
Now here the bomb...
it around, throw some flex in
Peek-a-boo! I mean - ooh! I be fresh
I do that, but wait - who dat? it's the
Mad kap, the queen
the sound of africa to the streets
Somethin the man can't
And make it pop, we're already poppin
So I'm whistlin, sittin on the by
The bay, singin 'ay-hey,' can you
Boomin like a jeep, deep with my
up, sister? yeah, it's mister
K-i-n-g tee, I brung a
Of ruff rhymes, I by to shoot the pop rap
Cause you know you gotta stop
Bullshit, but my pull hits, it's on point
And I got the fat

Pass it
it around
Pass it (4x)