Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Tha Fat Joint

Then pass joint

( *in the )
Where the joint,
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

[ 1: nefretiti ]
So call me the spark, held by the flame
Once again my beats make boys reclaim
A stain on your brain, and yet I'm the same
Bust another rhyme, move into the time
My revolves into a circle 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 believe I'm born 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)

[ ]
Improvisation is the key to freestyle
Hip-hop style, jazz in the meanwhile
Stride, glide, and all that stuff
Ride to the rhythm of jazz, it's rough
crippled in the brain from a late night feature
The government is run by the and the creatures
Hanger for the hook-up, for the jab it's
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 begin to papers
I roll the blunt or a spliff or a fattie
Feelin a hood 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 come down, selector, and give me my
I'm runnin through a field of crops
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
the ground, I'm ghetto clown number one
Rhymes are fat like two tons of fun
Smash, boom, bam! and I never sound
It's that king tee with the mad kap band
Gettin high off the chocolate ghetto thai
So pass the dutchie on the side
King tee and nef, and the rhymes are on
But now it's time for coke to pass the joint

it around
Pass it
Pass it (5x)

[ tee ]
Now here the bomb...
Pass it around, throw some in
Peek-a-boo! I mean - ooh! I be fresh
I do that, but wait - who dat? it's the
Mad kap, the queen
With the sound of to the streets
Somethin the man cheat
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, with my posse
up, sister? yeah, it's mister
K-i-n-g tee, I brung a
Of rhymes, I drove by to shoot the pop rap
you know you gotta stop that
Bullshit, but when my pull hits, on point
And I got the fat

it around
Pass it
it around (4x)