Luyện nghe bài hát Misunderstood

I said my momma don't me
Daddy never really
Fuck the
failed their test
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 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 so I can rock the stage
Don't got a beeper But I to some page up some dope ass lyrics
From my
Smoked out the officer on my
Bustin' in the balls of this generation
I flip this verse 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 a motherfuckin' tweaker
He's a ganja man, the way it goes
2 turntables rock at shows
Hey Bobby B, how does your bud
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 time to the stage, misunderstood

Kottonmouth Komittee made of horny devils, psycho
Bitch up the treble
We wanna be heard because we the truth
Yo we Rob Harris in the DJ booth
And the truth, 'cause that's the roots
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 away
2 in the morning 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, never really cared
the rest, I've failed their test
I guess life ain't fair
A preacher man done told me, 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 D-Loc I 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 never find me
Never gun grippin', always 40
Anarchy is the life of me, give me booze, blunts,
And I'll tap all
I got a German glow an irie flow
You're red in the face 'cause I your hoe
So what now bro? You know we ya so
We got more game L.A.'s got blow
Yo my boy got ears like a monkey
My boy Saint Dog is a hip-hop
DJ Bobby B gots the tracks are funky
If you really must know I grow my bud skunky

I said my momma understand me, Daddy never really cared
the rest, I've failed their test
I life 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 rock the