Luyện nghe bài hát Misunderstood

I said my momma understand me
Daddy really cared
the rest
I've 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 my time 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 the stage
Don't got a beeper But I gots to some page up some ass lyrics
my imagination
Smoked out the officer on my
Bustin' in the balls of this generation
I flip this phat with no hesitation
My bro Mad Dog, the south bay psycho, got the bomb bud
Goin' 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 always rock at shows
Hey Bobby B, how your bud grow?
Shhh....That's on the low

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 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, misunderstood

Komittee made of horny devils, psycho rebels
Bitch turn up the
We be heard because we speak the truth
Yo we miss Rob Harris in the DJ
And the truth, 'cause that's the roots
We miss Rob Harris in the DJ
Yo all I'm sayin' kid is the of speech
A freedom to blaze, a to reach
New are a high away
2 joints in the morning then I'm
I smoke two in the morning
Get the vodka I mix the OJ, ok

I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy really cared
the rest, I've failed their test
I life just 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

I'm D-Loc I puffs all the
Never have herbs 'cause I'm always
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
is the life of me, give me booze, blunts, broads
And I'll tap all
I got a German glow with an flow
red in the face 'cause I bucked your hoe
So what now bro? You we told ya so
We got more game that L.A.'s got
Yo my boy got ears like a monkey
My boy Dog is a hip-hop drunkie
DJ Bobby B gots the tracks that are
If you really must know I grow my green bud

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