Luyện nghe bài hát Misunderstood

I said my don't understand me
never really cared
Fuck the
I've failed their
I life 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 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
Don't got a beeper But I to some page up some dope ass lyrics
From my
Smoked out the officer on my
Bustin' caps in the of this generation
I flip this phat verse with no
My bro Mad Dog, the south bay psycho, got the sugar bud
Goin' everlasting cycle, the of the dankest don't get no sweeter
My boy B-Dub ain't a tweaker
a ganja 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 me, Daddy never really cared
Fuck the rest, I've their test
I life 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, misunderstood

Kottonmouth Komittee made of devils, psycho rebels
Bitch up the treble
We be heard because we speak 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 of speech
A freedom to blaze, a freedom to
New are a high away
2 joints in the morning I'm A-OK
I smoke two in the morning
Get the vodka I mix the OJ, ok

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

I'm I puffs all the smoke
Never have herbs I'm always broke
Never had a job, probably will
That's right Saint Dog, we da kings of the
I'm Saint Dog find me trippin'
Never gun grippin', always 40
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 face I bucked your hoe
So what now bro? You know we ya so
We got more game L.A.'s got blow
Yo my boy D-Loc got ears a monkey
My boy Saint Dog is a drunkie
DJ B gots the tracks that are funky
If you really must I grow my green bud skunky

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