Luyện nghe bài hát Dynamite

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

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

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

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