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 kap's in the
Nefrettiti's in the
And she finna kick it this
on now
on

[ 1: nefretiti ]
So just call me the spark, held by the
Once again my beats white boys reclaim
A stain on your brain, and yet I'm stayin the
Bust another rhyme, move the hard time
My lifeline revolves into a of zero
And like for I never liked no superficial 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 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
Hip-hop style, jazz in the meanwhile
Stride, glide, and all good stuff
Ride to the rhythm of this jazz, it's
You're in the brain from a late night feature
The is run by the beast and the creatures
Hanger for the hook-up, for the jab it's
They're comin in your speaker with the
want you to say today I can't fit on one caper
Take out the seeds and begin to rollin
Then I roll the or a spliff or a fattie
Feelin like a hood with a beanie in a
I love my herb, I love my money, I'm young, matty
Never eat the pork, cause 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
Flow on the instrumental, 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
are kinda fat like two tons of fun
Smash, boom, bam! and I never flam
It's that nigga king tee with the mad kap
Gettin stupid high off the 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 coke to pass the fuckin

Pass it
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 - 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 we're already
So I'm whistlin, on the dock by
The bay, 'ay-hey,' can you copy?
Boomin like a jeep, deep with my
What's up, sister? yeah, mister
tee, I brung a mixture
Of ruff rhymes, I drove by to the pop rap
Cause you you gotta stop that
Bullshit, but when my pull hits, it's on
And I got the fat

it around
Pass it
it around (4x)