Luyện nghe bài hát Misunderstood

I my momma don't understand me
never really cared
Fuck the
failed their test
I life just ain't fair
A preacher man done 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 stoner reeking havoc, but I don't 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
From my
Smoked out the on my probation
Bustin' caps in the balls of generation
I flip phat verse with no hesitation
My bro Mad Dog, the south bay psycho, got the bomb bud
everlasting 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 turntables rock at shows
Hey Bobby B, how does your bud
Shhh....That's on the low

I my momma 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 to rock the stage, misunderstood

Kottonmouth Komittee of horny devils, psycho rebels
turn up the treble
We wanna be heard because we the truth
Yo we Rob Harris in the DJ booth
And that's the truth, that's the roots
We Rob Harris in the DJ booth
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 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, Daddy really cared
Fuck the rest, I've failed their
I guess 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 rock the

I'm I puffs all the smoke
Never have herbs 'cause I'm broke
Never had a job, probably never
That's right Saint Dog, we da of the hill
I'm Saint Dog never me trippin'
Never gun grippin', always 40
Anarchy is the life of me, me booze, blunts, broads
And tap all three
I got a German glow an irie flow
You're red in the 'cause I bucked your hoe
So what now You know we told ya so
We got more that 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 that are funky
If you must know I grow my green bud skunky

I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy never cared
Fuck the rest, I've their test
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