Luyện nghe bài hát Misunderstood

I said my momma don't me
Daddy never really
Fuck the
I've failed their
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 time to rock the

One in a million, a in one
A reeking havoc, but I don't carry a gun
Only a microphone so I can rock the
got a beeper But I gots to some page up some dope ass lyrics
From my
out the officer on my probation
Bustin' in the balls of this 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, that's the way it
2 always rock at shows
Hey Bobby B, how does your bud
Shhh....That's on the low

I said my momma don't understand me, never really cared
Fuck the rest, I've failed test
I guess just ain't 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 stage,

Kottonmouth Komittee made of horny devils, rebels
Bitch turn up the
We be heard because we speak the truth
Yo we miss Rob Harris in the DJ
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 smoke two in the morning
Get the then I mix the OJ, ok

I said my momma don't understand me, never really cared
Fuck the rest, I've their test
I guess life 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 time to rock the

I'm I puffs all the smoke
Never have 'cause I'm always broke
had a job, probably never will
That's right Saint Dog, we da kings of the
I'm Saint Dog find me trippin'
Never gun grippin', 40 sippin'
Anarchy is the life of me, give me booze, blunts,
And tap all three
I got a German glow with an flow
You're red in the 'cause I bucked your hoe
So now bro? You know we told ya so
We got more game that L.A.'s got
Yo my boy got ears like a monkey
My boy Saint Dog is a drunkie
DJ B gots the tracks that are funky
If you really must know I my green bud skunky

I said my don't understand me, Daddy never really cared
Fuck the rest, failed their test
I guess life ain't 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 rock the