Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Tha Fat Joint

Then pass that

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

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

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

it around
Pass it
it around (2x)

[ ]
is the key to this freestyle
Hip-hop style, while in the meanwhile
Stride, glide, and all that good
Ride to the of this jazz, it's rough
You're crippled in the from a late night feature
The government is run by the and the creatures
Hanger for the hook-up, for the jab junk
They're comin in your with the funk-fu-fu-funk
Some want you to say 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
Feelin like a hood a beanie in a caddy
I love my herb, I love my money, 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, buds
Flow on the instrumental, this rhyme is not a dud

[ ]
crazy blunted, and you'll never say I fronted
On the raps, I take the track 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 ghetto thai
So the dutchie 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
it around (5x)

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

it around
Pass it
Pass it (4x)