Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Tha Fat Joint

Then that joint

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

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

[ 1: nefretiti ]
So just call me the spark, held by the
Once again my make white boys reclaim
A stain on 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 hero
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 stop
I will get wreck, then pass me the joint

it around
Pass it
Pass it (2x)

[ ]
is the key to this freestyle
Hip-hop style, while in the meanwhile
Stride, glide, and all that good
Ride to the rhythm of this jazz, rough
You're crippled in the brain from a late night
The government is run by the and the creatures
Hanger for the hook-up, for the jab junk
They're comin in speaker with the funk-fu-fu-funk
Some you to say today 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
Feelin like a with a beanie in a caddy
I love my herb, I love my money, 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 you'll never say I
On the raps, cause I 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 never flam
that nigga king tee with the mad kap band
Gettin stupid high off the chocolate thai
So pass the dutchie on the side
King tee and nef, and the are on point
But now it's time for to pass the fuckin joint

Pass it
Pass it
Pass it (5x)

[ tee ]
Now comes the bomb...
it around, throw some flex in
Peek-a-boo! I mean - ooh! I be when
I do that, but wait - who it's the king
Mad kap, nefrettiti's the
With the sound of to the streets
Somethin the man can't
And make it pop, cause we're poppin
So I'm whistlin, on the dock by
The bay, 'ay-hey,' can you copy?
Boomin a jeep, deep with my posse
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 stop
Bullshit, but when my pull hits, on point
And I got the fat

it around
Pass it
Pass it (4x)