Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Tha Fat Joint

Then pass that

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

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

[ 1: nefretiti ]
So call me the spark, held by the flame
Once again my beats make white boys
A stain on your brain, and yet I'm stayin the
Bust another rhyme, move the hard time
My revolves into a circle of zero
And like for real I never no superficial hero
Now this joint is fat, so spark up that fat
And yes, you best believe I'm born again to prove my
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 crippled in the brain a late night feature
The government is run by the and the creatures
Hanger for the hook-up, for the jab junk
They're comin in your speaker the funk-fu-fu-funk
Some want you to say today I can't fit on one
Take out the seeds and begin to rollin
Then I roll the blunt or a spliff or a
Feelin like a hood a beanie in a caddy
I love my herb, I love my money, 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, 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 clown number one
Rhymes are kinda fat two tons of fun
Smash, boom, bam! and I sound flam
It's that nigga tee with the mad kap band
Gettin high off the chocolate ghetto thai
So pass the dutchie on the left-hand
King tee and nef, and the are on point
But now time for coke to pass the fuckin joint

Pass it
Pass it
it around (5x)

[ tee ]
Now here the bomb...
Pass it around, throw flex in
Peek-a-boo! I - ooh! I be fresh when
I do that, but wait - who it's the king
Mad kap, nefrettiti's the
With the sound of africa to the
Somethin the man can't
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
up, sister? yeah, it's mister
K-i-n-g tee, I brung a
Of ruff rhymes, I drove by to the pop rap
Cause you know you stop that
Bullshit, but my pull hits, it's on point
And I got the fat

it around
Pass it
it around (4x)