Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid

Illicit solariums of my
A lachrymal tale of how I to be
Starting when aromatic
Of the marijuana were spliced with the genes of

And soon failed but continued to
Until finally in bio-cultivating deeds
new life forms origin of man and seed
But not like you, the knew everything intellectually

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

When you create internally all you need is
It becomes an emotional body animus
But when you create externally, you need no love
All you need is the mind

Thus a being with only a left brain
With no compassion or sense,
An army of weed and mice to replace man
Able to withstand and disease

Compulsive of environment destroyed
Unable to without Scientology
the world will be run by artificial intelligence
Designed to population growth

slowly become obsolete
When cloning life is to that of the grays
Instead of tubes and cattle mutilations

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