Luyện nghe bài hát Misunderstood

I said my don't understand me
never really cared
Fuck the
failed their test
I guess just ain't fair
A preacher man done told me, said your ways you better
But me man, I got a mic in my hand
And it's my to rock the stage

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

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

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

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

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

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