Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid

Illicit solariums of my
A tale of how I came to be
when aromatic genus
Of the marijuana were with the genes of mice

And soon failed but to splice
finally succeeding in bio-cultivating deeds
Creating new forms origin of man and seed
But not you, the mice knew everything intellectually

Specifically had hate for human beings
For years of experiments and infecting with disease
Hybrids, dagga, a plant of and love
I'm between who I am

When you internally all you need is love
It becomes an emotional inner animus
But when you create externally, you don't no love
All you need is the mind

Thus producing a being with only a left
With no or sense, hybrid
An grown of weed and mice to replace man
to withstand famine and disease

Compulsive habits of destroyed
Unable to without Scientology
Soon the world will be run by artificial
Designed to control population

Humans slowly obsolete
cloning life is similar to that of the grays
Instead of test tubes and mutilations

But through horticulture of DNA
from Marijuana and mice
Our world will be controlled by the rich
And pollution withstanding