Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Tha Fat Joint

Then pass that

( *in the )
Where the joint,
got it
I got it

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

[ 1: nefretiti ]
So just me the spark, held by the flame
Once again my make white boys reclaim
A stain on your brain, and yet I'm the same
Bust another rhyme, into the hard time
My lifeline revolves into a circle of
And like for I never liked no superficial hero
Now this 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 you know that hip-hop won't stop
I smooth will get wreck, then pass me the

Pass it
it around
Pass it (2x)

[ ]
Improvisation is the key to this
style, while jazz in the meanwhile
Stride, glide, and all that stuff
to the rhythm of this jazz, it's rough
You're crippled in the brain a late night feature
The government is run by the beast and the
for the hook-up, for the jab it's junk
They're comin in your speaker with the
Some you to say today I can't fit on one caper
Take out the 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 love my herb, I my money, cause I'm young, matty
Never eat the pork, it's much, much too fatty
So down, selector, and give me my props
I'm runnin through a field of marihuana
I'm thinkin, all the green, fat, crazy, stinky
on the instrumental, cause this rhyme is not a dud

[ ]
Gettin blunted, and you'll 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 like two of fun
Smash, boom, bam! and I sound flam
that nigga king tee with the mad kap band
Gettin stupid high off the chocolate ghetto
So pass the on the left-hand side
tee and nef, and the rhymes are on point
But now it's time for to pass the fuckin joint

it around
Pass it
Pass it (5x)

[ tee ]
Now here the bomb...
it around, throw some flex in
Peek-a-boo! I - ooh! I be fresh when
I do that, but wait - who dat? the king
Mad kap, nefrettiti's the
With the sound of to the streets
Somethin the man can't
And it pop, cause we're already poppin
So I'm whistlin, on the dock by
The bay, singin 'ay-hey,' can you
Boomin like a jeep, deep with my
What's up, sister? yeah, 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 when my hits, it's on point
And I got the fat

it around
Pass it
it around (4x)