Luyện nghe bài hát Misunderstood

I said my momma understand me
Daddy never really
the rest
I've failed their
I guess life just ain't
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 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 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 balls of this
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 ain't a tweaker
He's a ganja man, the way it goes
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
the rest, I've failed their test
I guess just ain't fair
A preacher man done told me, said your you better change
But forgive me man, I got a mic in my
And it's my time to the stage, misunderstood

Kottonmouth Komittee made of devils, psycho rebels
turn up the treble
We wanna be because we speak the truth
Yo we miss Rob in the DJ booth
And that's the truth, that's the roots
We miss Rob in the DJ booth
Yo all I'm kid is the freedom of speech
A to blaze, a freedom to reach
New plateaus are a high
2 joints in the morning then I'm
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 just fair
A preacher man done told me, said your ways you change
But me man, I got a mic in my hand
And it's my time to the stage

I'm D-Loc I puffs all the
Never have herbs 'cause I'm always
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', 40 sippin'
Anarchy is the life of me, me booze, blunts, broads
And tap all three
I got a German glow with an irie
You're red in the face 'cause I your hoe
So what now You know we told ya so
We got more game 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 bud skunky

I said my momma don't me, Daddy never really 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 me man, I got a mic in my hand
And it's my time to rock the