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 this
on now
on

[ 1: nefretiti ]
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 rhyme, move into the hard time
My revolves into a circle of zero
And like for real I never liked no hero
Now joint is fat, so spark up that fat joint
And yes, you best believe I'm born again to my point
To say the least, I know you that hip-hop won't stop
I smooth get wreck, then pass me the joint

Pass it
Pass it
it around (2x)

[ ]
is the key to this freestyle
Hip-hop style, while jazz in the
Stride, glide, and all good stuff
to the rhythm of this jazz, it's rough
You're crippled in the brain a late night feature
The is run by the beast and the creatures
Hanger for the hook-up, for the jab junk
They're comin in your speaker with the
Some you to say today I can't fit on one caper
Take out the and begin to rollin papers
Then I roll the blunt or a spliff or a
Feelin like a hood with a in a caddy
I love my herb, I my money, cause I'm young, matty
Never eat the pork, cause much, much too fatty
So come down, selector, and me my props
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 crazy blunted, and never say I fronted
On the raps, cause I take the 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
that nigga king tee with the mad kap band
Gettin stupid off the chocolate ghetto thai
So pass the dutchie on the left-hand
King tee and nef, and the are on point
But now it's time for to pass the fuckin joint

it around
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, the queen
With the of africa to the streets
the man can't cheat
And make it pop, cause already poppin
So I'm whistlin, sittin on the by
The bay, singin 'ay-hey,' can you
Boomin like a jeep, with my posse
What's up, sister? yeah, mister
tee, I brung a mixture
Of rhymes, I drove by to shoot the pop rap
Cause you know you gotta stop
Bullshit, but when my pull hits, it's on
And I got the fat

Pass it
it around
Pass it (4x)