Luyện nghe bài hát Crippy Weed

the government wants me dead i smoke sensei
its not a war but its becoming an atrocity
a million different people, the truth comes
we're all pounding the beat on different drums
to the government who lies to her
"help us" rebellious but another side to the problem here
oh dear, now kids are living in fear
we scream and pray you

running and everybody's coming
and got something to say
get caught weed again you'll be back on the street
is that the price we must

i to fly away
land I'm set to stay
i wanna get high
but I'm too afraid

i got two of crippy weed
I'm rollin' through st.
driving 192
got the music cranked loud
everybody's for the ganja
but they gotta go up to oranje
is a big fat spliff
take a big fat of this chronic shit

no time to rise up them
rude been judged by the system
all i can do is them
I'm tired of being the

more dead from the violence
you
adds more guilt to conscience
this voice that you cannot

I'm not down the crackrock
i smoke pot
and i don't to be fucked with

people if down with the herbal
its to get verbal
or is what your gonna be stuck with

running and everybody's coming
and got something to say
get caught with weed again you'll be back on the street

i want to fly
land when I'm set to
i wanna get high
but I'm too afraid

i got two pounds of weed
I'm rollin' st. cloud
driving 192
got the reggae music cranked
everybody's on my crop
whether a or a lawyer or a cop
if life is a big fat
a big fat whiff of this chronic shit

no time to rise up them
rude boy's judged by the system
all i can do is resist
I'm of being the victim

more dead from the violence
you
adds more guilt to your
the voice that you silence