Luyện nghe bài hát Misunderstood

I my momma don't understand me
Daddy never really
Fuck the
I've their test
I life just ain't fair
A preacher man done 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

One in a million, a in one
A stoner reeking havoc, but I don't a gun
a microphone so I can rock the stage
Don't got a But I gots to some page up some dope ass lyrics
my imagination
Smoked out the officer on my
caps 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
Goin' everlasting cycle, the dank of the dankest don't get no
My boy ain't a motherfuckin' tweaker
He's a ganja man, that's the way it
2 always rock at shows
Hey Bobby B, how does bud grow?
Shhh....That's on the low

I said my 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 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 stage,

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

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

I'm I puffs all the smoke
Never herbs '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
Never gun grippin', always 40
is the life of me, give 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 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 Saint Dog is a hip-hop
DJ Bobby B gots the tracks are funky
If you must know I grow my green bud skunky

I my momma don't understand me, Daddy never really cared
Fuck the rest, failed their test
I life just ain't 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