Luyện nghe bài hát Dynamite

Reefer Madness, Kief and Black Hash, a little bit of oil on the I like Dat, come on man light that,
The Amsterdam Flame, NYC Diesel, Kali to the Brain.
So many strains in my life so Chill, take a bong load to some cypress hill.
My mind is filled, space stays creative, music plays in my skull til I recreate it.

Dont Make me angry, my goes green, BLAM! throw man through a window screen.
Love me or hate me no in all my friends grow indo in B.C.
Get so high, just can't it, walk through my house with a sharp knife naked,
I'm paranoid and I can't shakin' now it's all good though, I smoke jamaican

No stems and seeds, sticky and fruity, are blonde and others ruby red headed beauties.
Dubies and blunts, the pipe, the vaporizer, 25 and 8th from my supplier.
I'm higher Hendrix when he made Purple Haze, I'm amazed...
As long as I got herb to blaze I'm in a good mood extremely positive,
It's like I'm in a dream and the the cause of it

It gets intense, of incense, roll that/hit that shit to get bent.
Smoke and I feel like I leap through time, speak to my I creep through the vine.
Sometimes I might have a tough breathin' think my hearts gonna stop for no reason.
I just try to sit back relax and zone out, bring bad energy my way ya get out.