Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Tha Fat Joint

Then pass joint

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

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

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

Pass it
Pass it
Pass it (2x)

[ ]
Improvisation is the key to 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 a late night feature
The is run by the beast and the creatures
Hanger for the hook-up, for the jab junk
comin in your speaker with the funk-fu-fu-funk
Some you to say today I can't fit on one caper
Take out the seeds and to rollin papers
Then I the blunt or a spliff or a fattie
Feelin like a hood with a in a caddy
I love my herb, I love my money, cause I'm young,
Never eat the pork, cause it's much, much too
So come down, selector, and me my props
I'm through a field of marihuana crops
I'm thinkin, all the green, fat, crazy, stinky
Flow on the instrumental, cause rhyme is not a dud

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

Pass it
Pass it
it around (5x)

[ tee ]
Now here the bomb...
Pass it around, throw flex in
Peek-a-boo! I - ooh! I be fresh when
I do that, but - who dat? it's the king
Mad kap, the queen
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
tee, I brung a mixture
Of rhymes, I drove by to shoot the pop rap
Cause you know you gotta stop
Bullshit, but when my pull hits, it's on
And I got the fat

Pass it
it around
Pass it (4x)