Luyện nghe bài hát Misunderstood

I said my momma don't me
Daddy never cared
the rest
I've their test
I guess life just ain't
A preacher man done told me, said your ways you better
But forgive me man, I got a mic in my
And it's my time to the stage

One in a million, a in one
A stoner reeking havoc, but I carry a gun
a microphone so I can rock the stage
Don't got a beeper But I gots to page up some dope ass lyrics
From my
out the officer on my probation
Bustin' caps in the balls of generation
I flip this phat verse no hesitation
My bro Mad Dog, the south bay psycho, got the sugar bud
Goin' cycle, the dank of the dankest don't get no sweeter
My boy B-Dub a motherfuckin' tweaker
He's a ganja man, the way it goes
2 turntables always at shows
Hey Bobby B, how does bud grow?
Shhh....That's on the low

I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy never cared
Fuck the rest, I've failed test
I guess life just ain't
A man done told me, said your ways you better change
But forgive me man, I got a mic in my
And it's my to rock the stage, misunderstood

Kottonmouth Komittee of horny devils, psycho rebels
turn up the treble
We wanna be heard because we speak the
Yo we miss Rob in the DJ booth
And that's the truth, 'cause that's the
We miss Rob in the DJ booth
Yo all I'm sayin' kid is the of speech
A to blaze, a freedom to reach
New plateaus are a away
2 joints in the then I'm A-OK
I two joints in the morning
Get the vodka I mix the OJ, ok

I said my momma don't me, Daddy never really cared
Fuck the rest, failed their test
I guess life just fair
A preacher man done told me, said ways you better change
But me man, I got a mic in my hand
And it's my time to the stage

I'm D-Loc I puffs all the
Never herbs 'cause I'm always broke
had a job, probably never will
That's right Dog, we da kings of the hill
I'm Saint Dog never me trippin'
gun grippin', always 40 sippin'
Anarchy is the life of me, me booze, blunts, broads
And I'll tap all
I got a German with an irie flow
red in the face 'cause I bucked your hoe
So what now bro? You we told ya so
We got more game L.A.'s got blow
Yo my boy got ears like a monkey
My boy Dog is a hip-hop drunkie
DJ Bobby B gots the tracks that are
If you really must know I grow my bud skunky

I said my momma don't understand me, never really cared
Fuck the rest, failed their test
I life just ain't fair
A man done told me, said your ways you better change
But forgive me man, I got a mic in my
And it's my time to rock the