Luyện nghe bài hát Dynamite

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

Dont Make me angry, my skin 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 take it, walk through my house with a sharp naked,
I'm and I can't 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 than Hendrix when he made Purple Haze, I'm amazed...
As as I got herb to blaze 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 feel like I leap through time, to my mind I creep through the vine.
Sometimes I have a tough time 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.