Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid

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

And soon failed but to splice
Until finally succeeding in deeds
Creating new life forms of man and seed
But not like you, the mice knew intellectually

Specifically they had hate for beings
For of experiments and infecting them with disease
Hybrids, dagga, a plant of peace and
I'm between who I am

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

Thus producing a with only a left brain
With no or sense, hybrid
An army of weed and mice to replace man
Able to withstand famine and

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

Humans slowly become
When cloning life is similar to of the grays
Instead of test tubes and mutilations

But horticulture of spliced DNA
Derived from Marijuana and
Our world will be controlled by the slaves
And pollution hybrids