Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Tha Fat Joint

Then that joint

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

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

[ 1: nefretiti ]
So just call me the spark, by the flame
Once again my beats make boys reclaim
A on your brain, and yet I'm stayin the same
Bust another rhyme, move the hard time
My lifeline revolves into a of zero
And like for real I liked no superficial hero
Now this joint is fat, so spark up that fat
And yes, you best I'm born again to prove my point
To say the least, I know you that hip-hop won't stop
I will get wreck, then pass me the joint

Pass it
it around
Pass it (2x)

[ ]
Improvisation is the key to freestyle
style, while jazz in the meanwhile
Stride, glide, and all good stuff
Ride to the rhythm of this jazz, rough
You're in the brain from a late night feature
The is run by the beast and the creatures
for the hook-up, for the jab it's junk
They're comin in your speaker with the
Some want you to say 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 a hood with a beanie in a caddy
I love my herb, I my money, cause I'm young, matty
Never eat the pork, cause it's much, too fatty
So come down, selector, and give me my
I'm runnin a field of marihuana crops
I'm thinkin, all the green, fat, crazy, stinky
Flow on the instrumental, cause this is not a dud

[ ]
Gettin crazy blunted, and never say I fronted
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 sound flam
It's that nigga king tee the mad kap band
Gettin stupid off the chocolate ghetto thai
So pass the dutchie on the side
tee and nef, and the rhymes are on point
But now it's for coke to pass the fuckin joint

it around
Pass it
Pass it (5x)

[ tee ]
Now here the bomb...
it around, throw some flex in
Peek-a-boo! I mean - ooh! I be fresh
I do that, but wait - who it's the king
Mad kap, the queen
With the sound of africa to the
Somethin the man cheat
And it pop, cause we're already poppin
So I'm whistlin, on the dock by
The bay, 'ay-hey,' can you copy?
like a jeep, deep with my posse
What's up, sister? yeah, mister
K-i-n-g tee, I brung a
Of ruff rhymes, I by to shoot the pop rap
Cause you know you gotta stop
Bullshit, but when my hits, it's on point
And I got the fat

it around
Pass it
it around (4x)