Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Tha Fat Joint

Then pass that

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

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

[ verse 1: ]
So just call me the spark, by the flame
Once again my beats white boys reclaim
A on your brain, and yet I'm stayin the same
Bust another rhyme, move into the time
My lifeline revolves into a of zero
And like for I never liked no superficial hero
Now this joint is fat, so 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 won't stop
I will get wreck, then pass me the joint

Pass it
Pass it
Pass it (2x)

[ ]
is the key to this freestyle
Hip-hop style, while in the meanwhile
Stride, glide, and all that stuff
to the rhythm of this jazz, it's rough
You're 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 junk
comin in your speaker with the funk-fu-fu-funk
Some want you to say today I can't fit on one
Take out the seeds and begin to papers
I roll the blunt or a spliff or a fattie
Feelin like a hood 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 through a field of marihuana crops
I'm thinkin, all the green, fat, crazy, buds
on the instrumental, cause this rhyme 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 like two of fun
Smash, boom, bam! and I sound flam
It's that nigga king tee with the mad kap
Gettin stupid off the chocolate ghetto thai
So pass the on the left-hand side
King tee and nef, and the are on point
But now it's time for to pass the fuckin joint

it around
Pass it
Pass it (5x)

[ tee ]
Now comes the bomb...
Pass it around, throw flex in
Peek-a-boo! I mean - ooh! I be fresh
I do that, but - who dat? it's the king
Mad kap, the queen
With the of africa to the streets
Somethin the man cheat
And make it pop, cause already poppin
So I'm whistlin, on the dock by
The bay, singin 'ay-hey,' can you
Boomin like a jeep, with my posse
What's up, yeah, it's mister
K-i-n-g tee, I a mixture
Of rhymes, I drove by to shoot the pop rap
Cause you know you gotta that
Bullshit, but my pull hits, it's on point
And I got the fat

Pass it
it around
Pass it (4x)