Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid

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

And failed but continued 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 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 create all you need is love
It becomes an body inner animus
But when you create externally, you don't no love
All you need is the calculating

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

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

Humans slowly obsolete
When cloning life is similar to of the grays
Instead of tubes and cattle mutilations

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