Luyện nghe bài hát Misunderstood

I said my don't understand me
Daddy never really
the rest
I've failed their
I guess just ain't fair
A preacher man told me, said your ways you better change
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 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
Smoked out the on my probation
caps in the balls of this generation
I flip phat verse 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 man, that's the way it goes
2 turntables always rock at
Hey Bobby B, how does bud grow?
Shhh....That's on the low

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

Kottonmouth made of horny devils, psycho rebels
Bitch up the treble
We wanna be heard because we the truth
Yo we miss Rob Harris in the DJ
And the truth, 'cause that's the roots
We Rob Harris in the DJ booth
Yo all I'm kid is the freedom of speech
A freedom to blaze, a freedom to
New plateaus are a high
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 understand me, Daddy really cared
Fuck the rest, failed their test
I guess life just fair
A preacher man done me, said your ways you better change
But me man, I got a mic in my hand
And it's my to rock the stage

I'm I puffs all the smoke
Never have herbs 'cause I'm broke
Never had a job, probably will
That's right Saint Dog, we da of the hill
I'm Saint Dog find me trippin'
Never gun grippin', always 40
Anarchy is the life of me, give me booze, blunts,
And tap all three
I got a German with an irie flow
You're red in the face 'cause I bucked hoe
So what now bro? You we told ya so
We got more game L.A.'s got blow
Yo my boy D-Loc got like a monkey
My boy Dog is a hip-hop drunkie
DJ Bobby B gots the tracks are funky
If you really know I grow 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 your you better change
But me man, I got a mic in my hand
And it's my time to rock the