Luyện nghe bài hát Misunderstood

I said my momma don't me
Daddy really cared
Fuck the
I've failed their
I guess life just fair
A man done told me, said your ways you better change
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 havoc, but I don't carry a gun
Only a microphone so I can rock the
Don't got a beeper But I gots to some up some dope ass lyrics
From my
Smoked out the officer on my
Bustin' in the balls of this generation
I flip this phat verse 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 turntables always rock at
Hey B, how does your bud grow?
Shhh....That's on the low

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

Kottonmouth Komittee made of horny devils, psycho
turn up the treble
We wanna be heard because we speak the
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 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, never really cared
the rest, I've failed their test
I guess life 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 to rock the stage

I'm I puffs all the smoke
Never have 'cause I'm always broke
Never had a job, never will
That's right Dog, we da kings of the hill
I'm Saint Dog never me trippin'
Never gun grippin', 40 sippin'
Anarchy is the of me, give me booze, blunts, broads
And I'll tap all
I got a German glow an irie flow
You're red in the 'cause I bucked your hoe
So now bro? You know we told ya so
We got game that L.A.'s got blow
Yo my boy D-Loc got ears like a
My boy Saint Dog is a drunkie
DJ Bobby B gots the tracks are funky
If you really must know I grow my green bud

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