Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Tha Fat Joint

Then pass joint

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

it out y'all
Mad in the house
in the house
And she finna kick it like
on now
on

[ verse 1: ]
So just call me the spark, by the flame
Once again my beats make white reclaim
A stain on brain, and yet I'm stayin the same
another rhyme, move into the hard time
My lifeline revolves into a circle of
And like for real I never liked no hero
Now this is fat, so spark up that fat joint
And yes, you believe I'm born again to prove my point
To say the least, I know you 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 good stuff
to the rhythm of this jazz, it's rough
You're crippled in the brain from a late feature
The is run by the beast and the creatures
for the hook-up, for the jab it's junk
They're comin in speaker with the funk-fu-fu-funk
want you to say today I can't fit on one caper
Take out the seeds and to rollin papers
Then I roll the 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
eat the pork, cause it's much, much too fatty
So down, selector, and give me my props
I'm runnin a field of marihuana crops
I'm thinkin, all the green, fat, crazy, buds
Flow on the instrumental, cause this 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 clown one
Rhymes are kinda fat two tons of fun
Smash, boom, bam! and I sound flam
It's that nigga king tee the mad kap band
stupid high off the chocolate ghetto thai
So pass the dutchie on the side
tee and nef, and the rhymes are on point
But now time for coke to pass the fuckin joint

it around
Pass it
it around (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
the sound of africa to the streets
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 my posse
What's up, sister? yeah, it's
tee, I brung a mixture
Of ruff rhymes, I by to shoot the pop rap
Cause you you gotta stop that
Bullshit, but when my hits, it's on point
And I got the fat

it around
Pass it
it around (4x)