Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Tha Fat Joint

Then that joint

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

it out y'all
Mad kap's in the
in the house
And she finna kick it this
on now
on

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

Pass it
Pass it
Pass it (2x)

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

[ ]
Gettin blunted, and you'll never say I fronted
On the raps, cause I take the and run it
Into the ground, I'm ghetto clown one
are kinda fat like two tons of fun
Smash, boom, bam! and I never flam
It's that nigga tee with the mad kap band
Gettin stupid high off the chocolate thai
So pass the on the left-hand side
King tee and nef, and the are on point
But now it's time for coke to pass the fuckin

Pass it
it around
Pass it (5x)

[ tee ]
Now comes the bomb...
Pass it around, throw flex in
Peek-a-boo! I mean - ooh! I be when
I do that, but - who dat? it's the king
Mad kap, the queen
With the sound of africa to the
Somethin the man can't
And make it pop, cause already poppin
So I'm whistlin, sittin on the by
The bay, singin 'ay-hey,' can you
Boomin like a jeep, deep with my
What's up, sister? yeah, it's
tee, I brung a mixture
Of rhymes, I drove by to shoot the pop rap
Cause you know you gotta that
Bullshit, but when my pull hits, on point
And I got the fat

it around
Pass it
it around (4x)