Luyện nghe bài hát Dynamite

Reefer Madness, Kief and Black Hash, a little bit of oil on the paper I like Dat, come on man that,
The Amsterdam Flame, NYC Diesel, Kush to the Brain.
So many strains in my life so Chill, a bong load listen 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.
me or hate me no in between all my friends grow indo in B.C.
Get so high, just can't take it, walk my house with a sharp knife naked,
I'm paranoid and I stop shakin' now it's all good though, I smoke jamaican

No stems and seeds, sticky and fruity, some are blonde and others ruby red beauties.
Dubies and blunts, the pipe, the vaporizer, 25 and 8th from my supplier.
I'm higher than Hendrix when he made 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 dream and the the cause of it

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