Luyện nghe bài hát Misunderstood

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

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

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

Kottonmouth Komittee made of horny devils, psycho
Bitch turn up the
We wanna be heard because we the truth
Yo we miss Rob Harris in the DJ
And that's the truth, 'cause that's the
We miss Rob Harris in the DJ
Yo all I'm sayin' kid is the freedom of
A freedom to blaze, a to reach
New plateaus are a high
2 joints in the morning then I'm
I two joints in the morning
Get the vodka 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 ways you better change
But forgive me man, I got a mic in my
And it's my time to the stage

I'm I puffs all the smoke
Never have 'cause I'm always broke
Never had a job, probably will
right Saint Dog, we da kings of the hill
I'm Saint Dog never find me
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
You're red in the '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 D-Loc got ears like a
My boy Dog is a hip-hop drunkie
DJ Bobby B gots the tracks are funky
If you must know I grow my green bud skunky

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